A room to own


Where the heart is home

all have their own

scratched from existence

imagined alone

hidden in paradise valleys

and found sometimes 

in cities' middle ground

a war zone for some

riches counted

dreams ever mounted

is freedom imagined 

destiny for those that see

no measure but theirs

determined somehow

by forces unknown 

all this to be won

roped here together 

a cup, a table, a bed 

a torch, a rough knife

these tools will do 

when tides change

boats slip away

you know where

you might find me

image: Light follows night  /  digital photograph  / effects / jeffree skewes 2020


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