the moment I woke
is already gone
I had been dreaming of
a home I have never seen
there are friends there
ones whose outlines are fading
there are memories there
ones which I thought were indelible
there are elements there
I have relished and craved
which no longer exist
there are companions there
who've loved me unceasingly
yet their love is no longer physically
palpable
I would like to hold onto this ether
but it is moisture and myths
somewhere in the dense mist
I would rather stay lost in it
than lose it
this home I long for
yet have never seen.
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Melissa A. Howells, Meloo
Straight From Her Tilt-a-World
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