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Home is the strangest destination

Familiar sights can pull you suddenly

Down dark winding stairs

The silence after exhalation

Calls you to a place once seen

In forgotten dreams. The novelty

Of shrieking plumage, giant insect species

Cannot catch you unawares

Quite as when a song thrush funnelling the night air

            -souvenir que veux-tu dire?-

unleashes

a bolt of despair

(and then there’s the fear)

Home is somewhere you have never been.

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