Homeward Bound

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The pull to pooling

In at home

In head touch heart

Be bone and the letting

Of the coursing

Of the moaning

In the blood atone

For times vacation

Abstinence from self

We meet again

Can we be friends?

In the station which

We fall into

When nothing else

Will call can I

Greet you who

I left behind

Abandoned in a random

Pass of whimsy fast

In dream of freedom

From the self

So bound by me

 

©K Barr

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