Earth.

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Let the day grow on you upward

through your feet,

the vegetal knuckles,

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to your knees of stone,

until by evening you are a black tree;

feel with evening,

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the swifts thicken your hair,

the new moon rising out of your forehead,

and the moonlit veins of silver

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running from your armpits

like rivulet under white leaves.

Sleep, as ants

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cross over your eyelids.

You have never possessed anything

as deeply as this.

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This is all you have owned

from the first outcry

through forever;

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you can never be dispossessed. 

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Derek Walcott.

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