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The Waters Next

You should fly the waters next -
I’ve laid them out for you like
clothes in the morning. Jump
the window and fly -

                    the delta opens out to
seven-sailing lovers in an archipelago
of silences. What you adore – what we
adore together, the move from land to land -
is freer there. And no passport

                                                opens or closes
the sluice between this-one-a-laughter, this-one-
devoted-to-small-things. You should fly

         because they let you in for the swell
in your breast, your tales and whether
you tell them with your eyes.

          Or what covers the earth is wasted, love.
          And we grew these wings.