I returned last night from
the frontier—
after years at sea the
depths and I
could find no bed to share,
a frosted longing through
windows
then I was cast onto a strange-eyed
shore
and into caravans of
virgin slaves
plodding under a burden of
books
no echo validates their sorrow
emptiness possesses the
kingdom
returning last night I
wrote in my journal:
it’s an odd business, this
search for
the edge of myself
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