Home is where I’m going, but never coming
Home is someplace I
can’t recall, but head for still.
Across the waste of water I search
for her,
Dear blue land,
show your blessed
curve
So tiny and only mine.
No, no, you can’t go home, she says, the world,
where do you
think you’re going?
We’re not done with you.
No, no, you
can’t go home, she says, the world,
where do you think you’re
going?
We’re not done with you.
The world is never done
with you.
The world wants her travelers to stay lost.
The world swats
their eyes as they run through it,
She grasps at them, pulling and
tugging,
She grasps at them.
No, no, you can’t go home, she says, the world,
where do you
think you’re going?
We’re not done with you.
No, no, you
can’t go home, she says, the world,
where do you think you’re
going?
We’re not done with you.
The world is never done
with you.
Not you.
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