A few days after existing I dreamt I was in a home in the middle of the night all alone to trade my heart for a stone . I thought she would walk away the cat watching at my gates but she has grown under the moon she is my fear under the sun she is my fire now I can never leave my home she would hurt me fatally . Trough a shower of glass tears I wander keeping yours in my clenched fist on the remains of ancient homes I dance with bare feet on shards I hold on to the sharp edges like you told me to for a thousand years until my body is painted sticky red Who fathoms love? . My home will be the air caressing my neck as I drive on endless roads with open windows towards a burning horizon with arms stretched out to rescue all dreams lost in the wind . Today I was sitting in the sun and heard a woodpecker tapping in a tree tracking unpredictable time like an unsteady metronome . As I fall asleep a small weighty home is placed on my chest close to my heart in which a mist is swaying and its colours becomes my art .
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