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I Dont Feel At Home Where I Am

Written by: Regina Derieva | Biography
 I don't feel at home where I am,
or where I spend time; only where,
beyond counting, there's freedom and calm,
that is, waves, that is, space where, when there,
you consist of pure freedom, which, seen,
turns that Gorgon, the crowd, to stone,
to pebbles and sand .
where life's mean- ing lies buried, that never let one come within cannon shot yet.
From cloud-covered wells untold pour color and light, a fete of cupids and Ledas in gold.
That is, silk and honey and sheen.
That is, boon and quiver and call.
That is, all that lives to be free, needing no words at all.

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