come from the cold north
ordered south for the sake of your health
not a young man anymore
yet going west
your compass points to sunset
& the sea
these palm trees are a novelty 
to northern eyes
strange how you feel so at home
as if you have always been heading here
perhaps you are in paradise already
& everything till now was one long death
free of identity at last you are a childat play again in the garden
| pasty in hand you could pass for a native |
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wear a fisherman's smock
pretend you're a painter
still life with fish caught in a net cyber surf & you won't get wet
why not write the story of your life
or make it up as you go along
if you're looking for a metaphor
consider this peninsula
it peters out in rock
& rolling waves
a fractal coastline
convoluted as your brain
take that train of thought
to the end of the track
don't consult the guidebook
put away the map
getting lost you'll find yourself
discover something new
Land's End is where you get to
when there's no further you can go
Scotland
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