.




I (?)

...

I think something

Is calling me

~~~

one thing

~~~

Saying

THERE REALLY IS A PLACE CALLED

"HOME "

::::


Yeah (?)

Well ..... (?)

Now what ........... (?)

••

Of fragmented identity

With no dignity

Other than what I

Can inspire

•

( A lovely image

Here and there )

//

beyond the trivial

A certain story comes down

::::

She sold her birthright for

A bowl of boyfriend

"""

Now

The ancient myths


Now the fiery Storm

::

Now

DEATH

)(

Some one thing is calling us

To the Road

That goes Home

//

( put that lump of lover down

And pick up your walking stick ! )

•

With every child by the hand

;;;

calling us

DO YOU BELIEVE ?

that there is a place called

HOME ?



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