It was like Home
but it wasn't really Home
it was a fall, a rise,
and something else
indefinable
and the last of us ran out
glancing at the sun
"I am blind," he said,
"I have nothing left!"
the light understood him
and changed
but I stayed
trying to calm him
and the forest encroached on us with a pearlescent
earthly
coolness
we were
we awaited winter like a father at the crossroads
but foolish echoes kept you from being found
whispering:
"...blind...
...nothing left..."
07.1996
It was like Home
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