No Place
I may unearth a place,
rich with unspent grace,
not revealed by shadow,
but by a sun left fallow.
Trekking foreign lucid lands,
earned many smoldering brands.
Incised emblems on my heart,
are translations I won't impart.
The gracious language of that place,
locked unlearned under my face.
To shadow’s will, I will concede,
despite sun's, richness of deed.
EaS
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