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Body Travel
Yawning wide, I’ll drink salt
Then, my body worn will halt
Gushing out
In pain, in cold
I was racing, laughing, new
To wild for fish or skilled canoe
I sped past my idle winding
Traded freedom for my binding,
Who led me past the other vagrants,
Relief
Although they creeked at my beliefs
Staying small, they couldn’t see,
The body I was part of
Now I travel
Through slamming rapids and insular silt
Pleasure and guilt
The droughts that wilt,
The floods of love
All built
In the body I flow of
And I wonder why,
Part of me’s allowed to die
I crawl away from garbage throwers
Sewage pipes that make me slower,
Torn by blackness
Blocked by walls built
That’s when I begin to tilt
From the corrupted body
And I ponder why
When the creeks don’t grow
Or join the flow
Those that seem to know
Just sink into the muddy dough
I want as well, to depart, and let go
It’s just not fair…
Then I’m aware,
Of why I chose my only guide,
Instead of pooling just to hide,
Why I was let to grow and learn,
To ready me for the end I yearn,
Down the stream I understand,
That though I travel on the land,
I’m not of it, I belong,
To where I’ll join into the throng,
Where I’ll leap new inside a crest,
And glimmer in the light I’m dressed,
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