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The air I like best is choked from summer as is hangs by the throat of a lemon tree.

I’ve done many things in my life

but it’s not over yet

nor am I giving up again

For these hours are my own

and I’m choosing to share them with you

I begged christ

to come out of his tomb

for I caught wind of his perfume

but he and all the angels

sat still

as a thousand prayers fell from the sky

For no body I exhumed

Ony dust in an empty room

I stopping digging and I cried

I realized

When I walked sea to shining sea

That no country could love me

and so I swam out with the tide

I cursed the salt and the sand 

that I survived but now look where I am