an existential car ride
my occupation arrested my vocation, he admits,
suspended between sentimentality and hope.
what once brought me pleasure
now renders me fat and tired.
the place i called home
has turned into a hospice
i've moved beyond becoming
in order to struggle with being
it is time for the past to impregnate the future
for becoming to issue forth from being.
What a Beautiful Place to Call Home
2 weeks ago
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