Day 516: Mist and Mire
∴
this little
belong-less thing,
who went traipsing
through mist and mire,
who homed in the avalanche of other,
and burrowed
in hovels of fire,
did one day emerge
and lived
like a song on the sea.
there is no home
where i belong
but the sacred home
inside of me.
∴
