Like a sheet of plate glass before the hurled stone, I pray to be
unbreakable
Surely pain births an unnatural child
An antithesis of being, a damning delivery
A doorway to abyss
On its threshold you ask
with no horror in your voice
inhuman and humane
terribly you ask
oh terribly
that I should will sole and heel across that bar
propel soul into silence utterly
that I might be found by you
and in you be found
All Clear!
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Of all the memories, experiences and things I brought back from Uganda, I
have managed not to bring Malaria with me. I was so happy I had to share it
with ...
15 years ago
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