Homesick

Sometimes I feel the actuality

That I truly am

the primordial light

In predestined waves

Pushing out, into, and thru

This cardboard stockade world…

That omnipresent sense that something’s just not quite right

makes discernment dance afire

It’s always been there

Like I’ve never been anywhere

We’ve forever known

This place is a mockery of Home

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