Shower Thoughts

A facsimile of loneliness in the deep hour dark as the walls fall bare.

There is no home here.

Just a sickness infected listless;

House of dissidents, crying unsettling questions.

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And a plea to fall on silent halls…

I just want to go home.

Of where do you wish when no one is there?

A future laced in children’s laughter as a father?

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Or is it farther—still—than time-

A living sabbatical left home by birth;

A belief forged foundation with eternity to last.

Banish the unsettling, deep settled questions!

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For the roots of weeds, from nightmare seeds, wither in the presence of love.

That tenderness, gentle kiss of beating bliss;

For home is where the heart is.

A nexus, thus made, where nightmares and dreams stroll hand in hand to the sea…