"I HAVE NO HOME
I follow the road
nowhere goes to,
the one somewhere
comes from.
If I passed here before,
wore a path into the stone
other than my own,
ignore that fetish form.
On the staircase
each tier vibrates as
the desire to descend
contends with the urge
to awake.
In that same dark
where the groundfloor gets lost
the upper story
may find its way."
--Bill Knott
"To me there is nothing better than a damp, grey day, and a damp, grey mist, and greyness all about me, and freedom to become a part of it." --@IComptonBurnett
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