the way home

is as fraught with danger

as the paths leading

to new calamities


in the morphings of the world


oh all is pain dislocation and shame

here in the appointed hell of creation


and treacherous is the road we choose


for the heaven we imagine

and whatever the actual home in god

or big bang or black hole

or dark matter


nothing makes one sadder

than to miss it for our blinding tears







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