Flightiness

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In the dark my slanted

eyes dream of foriegners:

Of a half days travel

In space suspended

Where no man can

Survive,

Of open spaces and the blood of

Scots shed where green grass

Invades monuments like ants,

Of busy streets and the

Queen's good air blown

from castle to pub,

Of the chatter of

Languages I cannot understand

In which I am finally

And wholly alone,

Of open jungle and tobacco

Farms where my blood runs

Hot for that ancient past,

Of emptiness in far South,

My soul's resting place

And my mind's single love.

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