This feeling of "home"
Sliding landscape,
cartography of perspective
where the soul has made something in soil
where the eyes awake to their scrape of sky
And I fly my foreign flag
My most out of body experience
in your body
in this unfamiliar
you called home
the habitation you have made habit
I'm on a visa, a passport,
a worker's release
But I cannot push my roots into this soil
without the flower falling.
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