Home is only this
an abundance of definitions
Character references
both good and bad
History
and the marks on the wall
of height
regarded...
Of siblings and children
If you look carefully you can see
that life passes
A silent force
The jugular of this essence
in transit
is where we dwell
Where our memories are spun
We are molluscs and our shells
are more than houses
They are an outer skin
shedding them is painful
The loss of weight in outer orbit makes us spin
Sideways
Into the next galaxy....
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