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From Here

Hannah McGregor

(a reverse poem: read from top to bottom) [ then backwards, bottom to top]

From here

I can see the horizon – it’s only up

The moulding trail, where

I can destroy

Everything I am.

To love

I told myself

To drown.

I am not prepared

For what it’s worth,

unfamiliar oceans and

Glimpses of our


I tried to see the

Ways you broke the tide

From the magic

Of the moon

I saw your side

I couldn’t turn.

But I know that

When I looked back

It was lost

All of

The fear

Was a backwards catapult

I was going to

The bottom

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