Migration (audio only)
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Let me begin again as a quiet thought
in the shape of a shell slowly examined
by a brown child on a beach at dawn
straining to see their future. Let me begin
this time knowing the drumming in my dreams
is me inheriting the earth, is morning
lighting up the rivers. Let me burn
A family spots their brother sleepwalking
in a narrow hallway. He is cooking in his dreams,
pretending chef, moving around a kitchen,
screaming humbug at dried bits
of onion powder in a spice container, and so
takes off to the grocery store,