...Into the dream
At the blink of an eye
In the palm of a hand
So bruised this land
How fresh is thy heart
Changeling of glass
The bridge over the dam
So safe from lies
Of discreet charm
Day and night
I dream of the land
Under eyes thine
No felicitous hopes
In words of awe
Rather woe
Bodily geography
Extends, afield
From finger to eye
Without escape
From abandonment
You sail me homewards
So earthly
This destination
Godly as the times
Foreign, I am
History, run past
Disappointment, charm
Oh, the happy hour
A promise sustained
At the dam
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