The walking stopped
When the horizon gobbled me up.
Contrast behind my eyes pushed;
Breath stuck ice in my throat.
I turned to the border.
This is the place I was born to come
This is the place I was born to go
I’d give my head for breaking.
But blood trickles warm
Cross fingers from a barb shaped bite.
Snow once in my coat-hood runs
Down necks through woods to home.
The sea can swallow me whole;
I was here already
I’ll be here forever.
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Jack Elderton 