Read Poem: Enclave, by doracassidy

You who have been driven to the end of
your existence through turbulence,
through not reading maps,faces or books

you who have been driven to a near
whisker of your life preferring to live with
real twitching whiskers who read fear
and are wary

You who have known love not hate now
learn to read maps, faces and books

You who now sit in your enclave like
driftwood sweeping down endless canals
to the birth of everything.

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