published by Monthly Moose, Jan 2011
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Therefore she is the sea-maid,
ice-sword blinds her eyes, drifts
the glitter, frosty and bright.
Therefore the melted moon becomes the Ocean.
Cold, warm, cold, flow, eyeless,
unseen perception
eventually recalls her direction.
Therefore in the woods along the coast, I was there,
standing, solidify my waiting to fly,
to the sky, to water, therefore,
I imagine if somewhere above the deep frost
may grow the south flower bud under the cross?
Northern Birds therefore forget their soar,
nest with their pale longing,
start to sing the tropic songs.
Therefore she is the sea-maid
weaving through the crystal.
Exhausted darkness, eventually
she recognizes the colour through her skins.
Therefore I will gaze near the shore,
birds will be carved as the statue and
freezing the gloomy storm.
The falling sprig, the desire to bloom,
therefore it is the North, somewhere belong to nowhere,
home
of the outlander.
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