What home have I
an exile, trapped indoorsby the summer screen
on the windows of life, poised
on the blood chord
in the middle of the ceiling
inverted floor, from where
the giant room
seems to loom
upside down upon me-
looking for me
in my looking
falling in love
with the love inside me,
tuned into the real life right now,
only the known dies
and face anew uncertainties
as what's to be, awaiting
what's in store
this time!
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2024-12-30 at 06:32
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