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Safe In The ROC
In a breakaway chunk of China
I appear a delirious,
Invisible white
Drifting through Taipei,
I am now the fresh illiterate
Waving western hands in puzzled faces
American fusion squeezes between
High fashion and torn drapes
It comforts me today
Protecting me in the brick alleyway
From the searing light
Of sign upon sign upon sign
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The
Poetry of Daniel Harrison