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15 09 2013  

Shimmer of homelessness

The softness of his bark As I try to feel His life Flowing From roots To leaves But can't I'm not from here I'm not from this Country I can't but try To feel the Land Surging through My body And belong To the Traces Of life That web this Space But I fail I knew this Land From words Or so I thought I now know it Through senses Or so I think I know The sensations Of my body Being embedded In this World Of Dreams And Laws And Stories Unknown to me This is enraging! And yet A glimpse Of the richness And harshness And hatchedness Of this vast Dry Land Is enough to keep me Going Thinking Feeling I absorb the air Walk the ground Feel the warmth Of that ancient Place And yet I only See In my Dreams The shimmer Of my homelessness