Dream of home

We once dreamt

about living a dream

far away at the end

of the universe.

It crawled through our brain,

languid and listless

was our disposition.

A patient, listening snail

our companion along the route.

Its shell was its home,

but we had none ‘cept

a distant hollow shelter

that had once been the

roof over our head,

which was now an empty

and hollow illusion to be

lived every moment,

a living hell,

a wandering star.

Our companion a constant

and timely reminder that

our home is where we stand.

Roamers without borders.

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