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25 01 2014  


I stepped on the Red Land Today. The Grey Land I should say. The second arrival In a revolution: I am down there, And yet my thoughts Should be Up here With you. Two breaks too close To each other Have separated me From you, And yet it's not distance That matters, But my absence and that hurts! I hope that words can bridge The gap My ambition scored On the country of our union. Words of hope amidst acts of pain: Who shall win this epic battle? I wonder, here, Alone On this former redness of a country, Now crystallised in my memory As the city Where twice a year I fall Into greyness And isolation. Or perhaps I should say Desolation?