i am the home of me
of the drone
the right side ringing noise
pressed flush against silence

the half faces and not spaces
hiding from those eyes and mouths
peeking from behind me like
are they gone? are you gone?

there is a peanut can
filled with folded yellow paper
proof of happenings
and nothing has changed

i was created in the third person
i is not me
although it is easier that way
he laughs

the train flows past the lake
at night the reflection says more
than i can understand
a welling of wonder
of confusion of course

the voices just beyond doors
are never worth opening
it is best to use the peephole
to avoid certain people

home was never uphill
until now
now there's some mystery
always around the corner
and my friends are far
they are a magnifying glass

images fade
a reverse developer
nothing of my new
is now worth saving

once i looked down
at a beautiful valley
silent and empty
breathe in breath out
stumbling back to humanity
they thought i was a bear