About one's homeland one can say
words scribbled with the heart's own tooth
hung in the air, white spray
of this vast sea all blue and smooth.
Oh, to the alien eye all this might seem
only the lace that is sewn
on to the curtain of alkaline dream
drawn over the stars alone.
But for us who have lived here many an age,
much alive, whole and busy and wise,
the words have a razor's edge
cutting into a miracle in tender surprise.
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