Home

In every city.

Towers, people, perpetually searching, churches and intoxicants in mind – to offer relief.

The sun hides every night, in every city.

There is truly  nowhere called HOME.

The bench is my companion. Amongst humans.

~ by Aquatic Poetry on April 16, 2009.

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