I take a look home,
The title itself it quite ambitious
But unbelievably apt,

That's where the poems lie

The stars I follow all reside there
Burning with the brightness that only
Can be brought with proper wordplay
And thoughts most fine.
Sentence structures verging on infinite
or broken
Or infinitely broken
Dot the websphere
And tingle the senses

What was once a lack of ambition
Becomes the opposite
Just by being "home"
I can feel the poetic energy coursing
I've yet to read,
But I cannot wait to engorge my mind
With the beauty, eloquence, and raw-ness
That is interspersed within the typed thoughts
Of writers who just want to share their voice

I love being home
And, with my time there,
I will journey inside the minds of others
I have been away for far too long