And ride the wind-horse’
I heard someone say as I woke
Go out looking for your father
Comb the woods for his body
Frozen under a bush
In the fetal position
Or propped against a tree
As if waiting for you
What are you talking about I said
My father’s long dead
And we were not friends
No wait you don’t understand
The trembling voice replied
He is what you are inside
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