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Born inside the gates of the family
Hardened by a Roman machinery
Cast among the building sites
The coiling wires, the shots collected

Called out in the wake of a lottery
Held inside the family gathering
Mirrored beams and dog-like stretch
The wandering association

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Murmurs in the dark confessional
And it rides along the road, ephemeral
As in animal life

Rusting in the shade of the batteries
Hanging from a rope in the gallery
Pacing down the balance beam of half remembered holidays

No rush of light, no sign of belonging
No joy in building, love in the finishing
Chasing down an anodyne and half reflected radiance

To hide below the ancient barricade
In chambers like the rooms a swallow made
For an animal life

Charging down the maw of the ocean
I wanna come close, I wanna come closer
I held your name inside my mouth
Through all the days out wandering
But called out from the mouth of oblivion
Cast away like dogs from the shelter
I shed the dulling armor plates that once collected radiance

And surging at the blood's perimeter
The half remembered wild interior
Of an animal life

Writer(s): Charlene Kaye

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