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Island from Isthmus

I is an Isthmus
Joining Memory and Intent;
Future and Past.

Flood one:
The continent of you and our family
Drifts alone.

This hand recoils
Still tendons and muscles undone.

This pier into eternity
Teaches me nothing.

I is an isthmus
Stone drunk.

- Simon Huggins, January 2004