Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Going Home

I do not belong
In this place, body, world.

There must have been some kind of mistake,
A joke perhaps,
At my expense.

Who will come to rescue,
Bring me back to my home
Where I can melt into the grain?

I see no flagship,
No search party,
No missing person SOS.

Who will return me to my kingdom of mystery,
An echo of fantasy,
In which I beg is rooted in reality?

I walk this labyrinth while I wait,
Searching for nothing,
But a light beckoning for my return.  


(Slightly better mood. Slightly.)

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