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Cairo<\/strong><\/p>\n My heart fills with echoes, a singing chamber. There is no break, no edge. I am sky A soul is always lost to darkness, Clarissa Aykroyd<\/strong> grew up in Victoria, Canada and now lives in London. Her\u00a0poems have\u00a0appeared in publications including The Missing Slate,\u00a0And Other Poems<\/em> and Shot Glass Journal<\/em>\u00a0and she has been nominated for a 2015 Pushcart Prize. She is the author of a blog on poetry in all its forms, The Stone and the Star<\/a><\/em>.\u00a0 Find her on Twitter: @stoneandthestar<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Cairo My heart fills with echoes, a singing chamber. My head is the sun. You are the island of towers and the living air. There is no break, no edge. I am sky as I breathe, road when I run. Ever ending, ever starting. Stars in the river lost and found and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7467","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7467","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7467"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7467\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7469,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7467\/revisions\/7469"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7467"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7467"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7467"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nMy head is the sun. You are the island
\nof towers and the living air.<\/p>\n
\nas I breathe, road when I run.
\nEver ending, ever starting. Stars in the river
\nlost and found and found again.<\/p>\n
\ncall it sacrifice or theft. O City
\nthat stalks and devours, I have seen my fate
\nand grasped its hand. I have sat
\nby the deathly river and tasted night.
\nI have touched the face
\nand kissed the lips behind the mask.
\n <\/p>\n