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Host and Guest

from Spirit's Sleep by Robin Allender

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This was where I learned the pleasure of being alone
with a wind-picked sky over my head

and the damp earth, packed tight with tubers and seeds
and the bodies of the dead, under my feet.

I was engaged in that search a childhood becomes
for some compass point, some line of cold steel.

Maybe it guided the trains through town,
west to the rain, or north into snow.

Even at home I knew I wasn’t safe,
the visions came when I sat up at night,
and something appeared at the door of the press,
not spirit, not flesh, but something between.

This was where I learned the pleasure of being alone
with a wind-picked sky over my head
with the host and the guest.

And the damp earth under my feet
packed with tubers and seeds and the bodies of the dead,
and the host and the guest.

I was engaged in that search
a childhood becomes for some compass point,
some line of cold steel.

Maybe it guided the trains through town,
west to the rain, or north into snow,
the host and the guest.

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from Spirit's Sleep, track released October 15, 2012

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