Our points of view
derived from the same space
contradict instead of match
the matter of delicacy
woven on unequalled canvas
from European landscapes
Sometimes from the mountains
sometimes from the sea
or from the forest
or the beach
Yet usually
having the same core
of a better life
we deliberately drew for ourselves
in the shade
of the opposite sun
sprinkled with stardust from the moonlight
reiterating over and over again
where did we come from
and what is the purpose of that
impossibility of comprehending the truth
from a decisively detailed deformed angle
When home won’t smell like home
I think it’s time to leave
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26 May 2021
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