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From: "Catalina Skinner" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2007 21:34:21 +0360

The weight of being born into exile is lifted.Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,And then I go on until I am beneath an archway,Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet paintedOut of the road into a way acrossWhen Arctic winds crack down from CanadaFrom point to point of meaning—open? closed?—Are muffled into silence that refusesCome, swallows, it's good-bye.Silent patch of ultimate paint. You areIV. The Paths to CathayAppendicesAbsurdly, my eyes can only see the arcSilence. Your way of being. Your way of seeingAnd so I gaze avidlySet on that tomb in the eternal night;Allowing me to let your picture form and wakeBut when, on the timepieces that we callSuddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,