I'VE SEEN you move
to another place and assumed another name
because someone there
knows you very well
in that old island by the sea
where you find yourself
below the feet of the wind
someone has felt your Achilles' heel
saying
i know this man from the tip of his hair
to the tip of his toe
and how can i believe him anymore
when what he says
is what he really is?
and so you pack up
bringing no clothes or slippers just a book of your past life
moving away
from a familiarity that has created another disbelief
you leave a name
a mark
a footprint
forgotten and erased
by time
now you are another stranger
telling the same story to another town
a woman listens
and thinks
this is the beginning
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