WHERE I BECOME YOU (3.) Poem by Antjie Krog

WHERE I BECOME YOU (3.)



3.

stars tongueblind and dying in gravitation
you come
heartstained and upwards
you come
your crystal breath
and the mouthclose sound of birds

stars tongueblind
stars dying
stars breathtakingly closest galactic sight

unwon I must become
unfastened
with wrists that can pile up stars

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