RUNNING HOME
the feeling of being home is
quicksand
holding feet down to
hard hard surface
freezing over
this kidde-pool of water
and then.
stagnant staggering
down roads peppered
with the fire of a time
when here was all
and everything but.
now i am
not
staying
in transit
sitting on.
forward to the
next adventure, dreaming
of future future:
take me to a place
that is.
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