Say you grew here
your mother a restless gust
rising and falling in tangles of bare branches
Say your first word was "light"
and your father tried to make you a paper God
all blonde hair and
endless ignition
Say the words behind you beat back a ragged silence
winding paths into the shattered heart of the world
Say the horizon curves and bends people back
here
beside you
waiting for a sign to begin
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