| Born inside the gates of a family
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| Hardened by a Roman machinery
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| Cast among the building sites
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| The coiling wires, the shots collected
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| Called out in the wake of a lottery
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| Held inside the family gathering
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| Mirrored beams and dog-like stretch
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| A wandering association
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| Murmurs in the dark confessional
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| And rides along the road, ephemeral
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| As an animal life
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| Rusting in the shade of the batteries
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| Hanging from a rope in the gallery
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| Pacing down the balance beam
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| Of half-remembered holidays
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| No rush of light, no sign of belonging
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| No joy in building, love in the finishing
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| Chasing down an anodyne
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| And half-reflected radiance
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| To hide below the ancient barricade
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| In chambers like the rooms a swallow made
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| For an animal life
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| Charging down the maw of the ocean
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| I want to come close, I want to come closer
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| I held your name inside my mouth
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| Through all the days out wandering
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| But called up from the mouth of oblivion
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| Cast away like dogs from the shelter
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| I shed the dulling armor plates
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| That once collected radiance
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| And, surging at the blood’s perimeter
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| The half-remembered wild interior
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| Of an animal life |