The country that is nowhere is the real home it is not here now nor was it last year or 3′ high shared bedroom giggling in the night with sister beside even not was it the paper you signed as if you owned the place the closest you have ever come dear one was during those times you set your eyes grass high splayed out letting the tickling of gentle blades subside subsume eyes crossing nearly just and ears peaked delicately lost you were to the moment of nothing that dear one that is where home found you that is when home finds you
runon: recollected
