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my ancestors got caught up and this was in the strait of messina, whirlpools formed by those greek myths, where the cylops still erupts, no bridges and few sailors- later owning them in italian- they fled following strings of family/ culture they barely remember but carry always and then reached a place across much more than straits btwn rocks, but where Nature was losing its name for more greenery which ideally seemed it could sustain a hard-working peasant family. just like the ocean took my father away from his mother (she'd stare at the strait crying), later came the daughter born out of the sea. in dreams i could remember traveling lengths which now require more than limbs and leaves, leaping from tree to tree never having touched the ground. mars has kept an eye on the whole thing, and although i'm a squirrel- mars still chooses sea over fire.


(Odysseus and his men drive a pointed stake into the eye of the Kyklops Polyphemos. The giant is depicted as a large, hairy man with an orb-shaped eye.)