I've always had,
a home,
four walls,
enclosing,
four souls.
Wars,
within me,
separated in a,
dream.
I see,
a vision,
a spirit,
a passing medium.
My body,
exorcized of,
the girl I once,
was.
Born sad eyed,
planets; Jupiter, Saturn,
global maps,
to the soul.
Reading me,
flickering pages,
spinning,
terrestrial globes,
as changing as,
each,
season.
Unsummoned thoughts,
strange gifts;
genius strikes,
but,
a few,

(so they say)

ones sought,
from,
a power so,
universal.
Where stars,
find,
a home
&
the moon,
laying,
it's head,
amidst a vast,
density of,
terrifying,
external lapsing,
clutching threads,
tied to earth.
Catching,
shooting stars I was,
always,
praying...
On anything I,
could,
hold.

© Sia Jane