To see the sky
with no tangent
vapours marking
its jetted limits…
To see the land
unboxed, its concertina
scars flooded
and weeping…
To see the mirror-straits
deepest stars, like lagan
lanterns guiding salmon
to spawn…
To sit unseen in lost
habitats among
the spectres of lives
forgotten…
To breathe in…
unhindered.
Maggie on Dudley and Eunice | |
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erroneouschoices on Brittle (for Greg) | |
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