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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