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lost

LOST IN THE WILDS

WE CLING TO TREES

ALONE

TO STONE

TO BONE

TO REEDS

OR

LIE FACE DOWN IN GRASS

SEEKING FORGETFULNESS

OF HOW WE STUMBLED

INTO SUCH A PLACE

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OF WHY WE HAVE NO HOME.

THERE IS NO-ONE HERE..

TO US.

THEY CALL, BUT WE CANNOT HEAR. THEY TOUCH, BUT WE CANNOT FEEL. THEY COME, BUT WE DO NOT SEE, (LOCKED WITHIN OURSELVES, OUR OWN HIGH PRISONS

BLOT OUT LIGHT,

HOARD THE NIGHT,

COUNT DARK TREASURES.)

WILL WE FIND THE KEY

IN THE GRASS ?

IN THE WOOD ?

IN THE STONE ?

IS SOMETHING HIDDEN

IN THE BONE

TO BRING US OUT,

TO MAKE US ONE ?

STEN RUSSELL