concealed things
colour in the mechanism
of concealment,
lineage a dangerous dream
of children marked forever
into the gaze,
pushed into alleyways
roads, orchards, skylines;
but look closely,
in these whole anthropological worlds
you may find my people –
they look like yours
merged in the pure gaze of the sun
with Exodus in their eyes,
learning to believe
there is no other world.
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