Rapa Nui, April, 1722
Sailor, on sight of land
You name it resurrection.
Illuminated, the bird descends.
She breathes you in
On the tide’s flow.
The earth burns. Fever
shakes it down to the bone.
A river of glass to meet you,
Your Passion
A plague, an exodus.
The horizon breaks.
A dream, interrupted.
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