R

is return

I walk through
 
the midnight circle of your eye

with some uncertainty, this is your land,

your black, not mine, withstanding entrance

I come out blinking on an undulating plain

waves of golden wheat, wind sweeping 

the vast harp of the land

at the stroke of noon

shine shine shine

O beloved 

sun

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