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No Road Returns
No road returns
but turns instead
around the words
you should have said
and leads at last
to this damp bed
where half-lights
flicker in your head
and all around
the books you’ve read
can’t tell you why
the white swan bled
and tore itself
to pieces overhead
while you, in doubt,
read on instead.
The strangest sights
the strangest sounds
now reach the earth
from underground
your place betrayed
your hiding found
your heart is measured
pound for pound.
And all those words
you never said
must heavy weigh
your heart like lead
and burdened so
in your sick bed
must leave the light
to join the dead.
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