Friday 29 April 2011

A Fever

Invisible cloth drapes my body,   
Silk and weightless, a spun parachute, 
Into my dreams of that particular,
Green, Jerusalem shade. 

Colours that I can’t see but I know,  
So well that I may have them running, 
Through the insides of me. Red, White and Blue.  
Cut me open and see.  

A thread that spins across an ocean,  
Pulling me onto my knees to look,  
That country that I was meant to be in,
Has come to find me.  

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