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 sun or belonging
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No joy in building, live 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 she'd the dulling armour 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
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Animal Life
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| Shearwater |
