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Thursday, February 9, 2012

A Former Citizen and the Cultural Transition


Burn my bridges to the lands of waste. 
I don't live there anymore. 
Pop my big headed-headstrong air balloons. 
I cannot fly by my own power. 
Kill my wandering-eyed fish.
I no longer swim in uncertainty.
Hunt my tiger-fights for independence. 
I cannot survive alone. 
Drain my sewage-singing lips.
My song reeks no more. 
Fix my ripped and hungry heart. 
I am no longer dead. 
Hold me through this electric culture-shock fence. 
Now I am home in You. 

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