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He strikes with every
heartbeat.
 
In his strange morse code, he speaks
of loneliness,
 
of a Bird of Paradise lost
in the woods.
 
My mother tells me that every child dreams
of foreign parents,
 
of kings and queens who, quite by accident,
left them behind.
 
When I dream,
I dream not of negligent jungle empresses
 
but dead eagles.