I.
Rushing ocean, rushing
Forward, and tell me
Where my name
Began.
Where the sand became
A divide,
A father a friend,
A partner in suffering
Bleeding together
Through a sad, sorry
Kitchen in a cabin
On the beach
Where the water
Rushes, rushes towards
My mother, desperate
And proud and
I the gatherer,
The obedient soldier
Under the sun, the
Blinding, pounding,
Honking of steel and
Cemented lanes in
A...
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