Exit Visa 2010-03-23

You’ve detoxified death
for me.
Your land was ever my land.
Whither you went
was where I ever meant
to follow.
Nowhere you were
was ever alien to me.
Nor, now,
is where you aren’t.
Alien now
is only here,
where you were,
without you.

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