'til you came, making me feel
the old fear again: someone colossal enough
to see the life I hid behind those stones,
to remind me of the limits
of my barricaded world,
to break through my defences.
Though I moved in all directions
but the one that led to you,
you caught me where I could no longer run,
and even though I swore no acquiescence
I was swallowed down so deep
you cut me off from light, from air,
from flight: and there, at last, in
the darkness of you, I felt
a red wet rush of recognition.
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