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Leave the town; Not everyone can, You need a camel, Or a Land Rover, (a real one), And a driver Who can infer The road. Take two spares, We might be on The moon's face, Behind you, Djibouti, Ahead, Rock, Scrub, A kind of Desert. To be lost, To be stuck, Is perhaps, To die. Why go? To see the light; Light houses Call us. It sits alone, They all do, This one watches The Gate of Tears, Flash-flash it says, Then it rests, Then flash-flash, It works alone, Its mates Are ships, Someday, perhaps, There will be, A real road. For now, The track is Half imagined, And the place? Unchanged, Unchanging, As if we, Had never come.
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Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC
Ras Bir, 1976
Leave the town; Not everyone can, You need a camel, Or a Land Rover, (a real one), And a driver Who can infer The road. Take two spares, We might be on The moon's face, Behind you, Djibouti, Ahead, Rock, Scrub, A kind of Desert. To be lost, To be stuck, Is perhaps, To die. Why go? To see the light; Light houses Call us. It sits alone, They all do, This one watches The Gate of Tears, Flash-flash it says, Then it rests, Then flash-flash, It works alone, Its mates Are ships, Someday, perhaps, There will be, A real road. For now, The track is Half imagined, And the place? Unchanged, Unchanging, As if we, Had never come.
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Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC
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