Poetry

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Furtive Fields
Along the corridors of my body
I enter each room feel my blood-
streams flow from organtoorgan, feel
the linings of my lungs swell
with each breath feel them weep
in the junction of every weather-
crisis feel the sinuous coil
of my guts with its digestive
juices oozing from soft clean
membranes like lilac-nectar
feel the blood rush inside my brain
lighting up furtive eco-fields
Nomad-rivers
A farmer with sensibility
displaces his family
stepaftersteadystep
towards the mountain
containing human relics
buried insidelandslides
amphibian-glaciers
moult moreandmore
into ashen rivers
dammed by mud
moreandmore
and moreandmore
as weeping willows
lament the tokens
of teeming valleys
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