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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