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Scars-comma-Belize, cut teeth, amongst the dirt, watershed and trees, Bloody hands-bloody knees, bloody- hands, bloody-feet, I finally felt at ease.
A boat ride upstream, brought me, to a clearing in the canopy, trials and autonomy, honest work, agony, joy and fear of disease
Despite the open sores I finally started to feel at home, amongst the people, pouring rain at night and distant roar, I’d wake at dawn to meet the…
glow, that I, knew before
That’s so lacking in every sight and surface I now walk upon in this city that I once held so high and close
Scars-comma-Belize, utility, so absent in this routine, work to buy, buy to feed, feed monotony, survive the 40 hour week!
This cacophony, once seemed, an innovative tapestry, rips apart at the seams , How can you breathe through these, geometric facsimiles?
Can you feel the waning in my lungs, Slip amongst the lost and sordid ones,
I’m still reaching for that sun, I’m afraid I’ll become what you’ve become
Can you feel the waning in my lungs, Slip amongst the lost and sordid ones,
I’m still reaching for that sun, We’ll become what you’ve become
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