I can't sleep so

Swirl on the walls be hind me.

I tremble.

I walk carefully among the ruins of my nation

Given me when I burst from my mother's womb.

Dead in spirit, alive in body;

I whirl to meet them, then ask

Its feeble cries unheard.

Copyright © 1997, by Jim Roberts

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