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The Worldly

by Meg Smith

And when you will know me,
know me in blue.
You will sit across from me
and tell me what you know.
That you want a wall.
That you were blessed
by the sea-creatures.
This is all down to me.
The lights
on the ocean at night,
your deepest sleep —
all down to me.
I’m aware of this earth
and the cruel feet
that wear it down
to some core.
In that fire
we both could drown.

Copyright © 2018 by Meg Smith

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