There is a place I often retreat too

It’s between emotions

Never really settling

Searching for permission

Like a dream that is lingering on the hint of premonition

I want to know that what lies ahead is safety

I’ll take that and don’t think it’s stealing

Borrowing without the thought of existing

What we see isn’t what is known

Knowledge of a forgotten intricate phenom

Of a longing for a place called home

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