Home Come Home

Early late night and sinking through
the sadness of completion and
the giddy unreality
of deep exhausted splendor,
in all times like these we,
we do not own the outside of our doors
they are keybound
they are wary
set hard against we ghosts who walk
who stumble down and through these darks
between these things we always do
and those we do tomorrow.


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2017-06-02 00:00 +0000