"... it's broken in two..."
"... give them to me..."
Away through screaming light
Air brushed eyes blinding sight
And the earth moved.
Over the shoulder of my Mother
A doorway shrinks away as I look.
Trees moved the sounds of Rock
and the green leaves parted.
There at the stream we drank
and rested before we moved on.
My mother cried as she said his name.
Then she called me Ford and said
"Your name is Long."
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