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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