Abroad

Most days feel

dual, being a visitor of places

and resident of none

as the body becomes the vessel,

love becomes the home,

and people are mirages,

one after the other.

Beyond the brink of this time

is a whole

made of chaos and music and light,

and the damnable thing

about staying still

is you can only have one at a time.

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