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Travels with the Stranger

Shall I tell you every story?
Shall I show you all there is?
You won't believe me,  I know,
You have already decided.
Come then let me show you
the red harvest growing
From Timor to Dakota
From Aleppo to your door
You have seen footprints like these...
Talk, flames, talk. We are moving.

I did not ask him for mercy
When he lifted me, expecting
To break on Andromeda's rock
Waiting for heroes
and interesting monsters.
My phone fell from my fingers
I could not text every story
He gripped me safely, below us
the red harvest covered everything
horizon to horizon.

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