this is the only homehand that we know
throughout our lives we balance pain and joy
and after who can tell just where we go
the river is intermittent in its flow
with our hopes and desires it wants to toy
this is the only homeland that we know
like a shooting star we make a lovely show
with rapid incandescence to deploy
and after who can tell just where we go
insistent with potential our lights glow
but take the merest second to destroy
this is the only homeland that we know
beautifully evanescent as rainbow
our presence nonetheless is a mere ploy
and after who can tell just where we go
boldly daringly we gaze forward from the prow
of hope and of destruction is our alloy
this is the only homeland that we know
and after who can tell just where we go
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
16 October 2006
where's home?
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