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Americans are almost conscious of this fact
often we shut consciousness down
like closing a shop, pulling down the iron grate
like putting up the keep-out signs

What I mean by somewhere else is
some other continent
from which we traveled by boat or jet
or desperate rail or bleeding feet

And what I mean by somewhere else is also
where the beloved touched me
before I was born the beloved
touched me and let me go

 


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