Remember where I came from.
Think of a continent of sabled czars.
Leave your home. Let exile fill your mouth

That the children slept
In their beds through the night

And much else had not changed

I was the father of two
Young children when I started
Plans for a long walk that became

He remembered his body.
Thick thighs stood him shoulder high,
fists pounded out the one shape

In scrolled aves
and erect
seraphic wings,

The day without question will come for you.
You will be ready, you are always so,
Ready for beauty to be its opposite,

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you and comb

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