The Nacreous Oughts

02 April 2009

"Everyone Knows the Way"

The map graved in my nomad blood
is a mask or the dance of death
i gather my things
again for the long uprooting
one with all the homeless ones
millions on every continent without a place to rest
antheap kicks antheap & the turmoil widens
& though this time
i know where i'll be going
i am no less the prey of that nomad blood
driven with nothing to follow
but my hatred
like a pillar of smoke by day & my fear
like a pillar of fire by night


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