i am alone
with no one to hold me
i need someone
to be here with me

so i turn to my screen
try to solidify thoughts
groping for words beyond my fingers
groping for worlds beyond my fingers

home is so far away now
(about four months)
but even farther than that,
for home is not my haven

heaven is a figment
of man’s imagination
the carrot on a stick
to make him trudge
on through the mud

mud made of men
their bones and dreams
hopes, fears, flesh
i turn to myself
try to solidify this mud
red bricks black bricks
built on more mud

trees growing out of dirt
narrowly escaping a damp fate
reaching for the sky
tangling with each other
pulling each other down down down down
sinking into dirt
clamoring for heaven

home in the trees
bricks made of ancestors
who are not yet mine
my bricks are not here the
bricks of my home are far away
(about four months)

no one holds me
bricks and trees trap me
if you love something let it go
let me go
hold me here

--god herself

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