Return Like a field ploughed under you return In a jacket you borrowed that matches your hair And still your reckless smile disarms and bothers Everyone who told you to belong. Endure each cross-examination patient To show your palms a scar and stop Fingertip whirls to rest on your lips With hush a breeze but then the stir. A violent crack awakes the senses Count backwards ten for obedience poise Will leave the safe house of the familiar At disembarkment exhilaration and some fear For those of you who lost and abandoned. Pull clothes to the skin observe The lines around some sleek defenses Of adventure and ropes untwined we're clear By two tomorrow your unquenched favour Shall nudge your back to forward motion.
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