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Home Away From Home

for Dom Moraes 1938-2004

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That year I inched towards the alchemy of words
and the delicious feel gluttons desire against the palate
and the thirst for the purity I can't have even after toil,
I started leafing through My Son's Father and later

Never at Home to be devoured by a worm like me;

you pretended your cry of absence was presence.
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Saturday, March 22, 2008
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