I've invited myself into the real word
I can touch my roots better than most trees can feel them
and for once I do, I do before you
because the christmas trees make everything sparkle
because my eyes are muddled from the tears
because I dig you, my cousin.
Never again will I feel landlocked and friendless
guiltess though I can forsee
I'll observe like the stranger I am
to my motherland of hopes and high moutaines valleys and everything
that is beautiful to me
maybe I'll dig as far as the eye can see
and resurect like Jesus among the sunflower seeds
that have long been sown, early summer
early morn