Is home the place of birth?
Or the burial with mirth?
No.
Is home green hills?
No.
Is home country dawns?
No.
Is home city lights?
No.
Where then is home?
Gaze at the fate that lies beyond the sun,
beyond the smelling of time and feeling because that is home
a home to return to –
When this noose is loose
And Ori* becomes parachutes
sailing against gravity
* Ori — soul
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