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I just want to go home
Here he stands wide open and alone;
With nobody to see, nobody to feel and
Nobody to hold.
Within and without he finds his
Place among the ashes.
He finds himself shadowless
Always, and forever is when he waits for.
Eyes – cold and jaded – reflect
The house and the flame and the mystery
As – one by one - , slowly, each becomes meaningless
Until what lies beneath is only a reflection of a river.
He cannot walk back and brush through the field;
He cannot realise: he cannot creep back under again.
Like rain into the ocean,
He glides into the absence of light
While the mystery remains:
Asleep and perfect
