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3As for Cyane, she lamented the rape of the goddess . . . nursing silently in her heart a wound that none could heal . . .Aoption BueauWatch my talk-words stride, like her smile the listening breadth of my walk — on mine her skin of lime casts a glow of green, around my head indigo of halo — tell me, do I smell like her? To the north comes the sometimes blow of the North East trades — skin hair heart beat and I recognize the salt sea the yet else and . . . something again knows sweat earth the smell-like of I and she the perhaps blood lost — She whom they call mother, I seek.