July 27, 2002

exile 1

when you cut
me open
the thing
that will suprise
you the most
is the mysterious
ball of twine
that is my heart
twisted tight, its
genesis invisible,
hidden within
a tight coil
it would take
too long
to unravel.

this is what
exile
feels like.

unable to
touch the
beginning of
things
roots buried
so deep
it takes
memory
to unearth
them.

And then,
they are cold.

Understand.
It's not always
about leaving
a place, about
leaving family,
exile is a place
leaving
you
is family
gone because
you
never knew
them.

Exiled
from yourself:
the wind.

I leave myself,
a homeland
wasted by
war,
this war
is inside me
and
not the best
answer
but the only
answer
is to
flee.

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