I woke one day a river For years I prayed for flood To overflow into paths not worn with overuse Placing rocks inside my bag To deepen the impact of my boots Wanting to be a wind but one that doesn't whistle But shatters your skull and brain
Longing to be a mosquito pressed in the pages Of American novels to get that feeling A cage with more space is still a cage

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