HOME
ONLY ONE SKY BELONGS TO
MY CEILING. I HAVE RETURNED
TO THE CONCENTRATION POINT
AFTER WALKING X, Y AND Z, K
KILOMETERS FROM NORTH, SOUTH
AND EAST, WEST RESPECTIVELY.
THE IMAGE IS OF YOUR
DEAD FACE AND THE COLOUR
OF SWEAT BLOOD FLOWS DOWN
THE WINDOW.
OUR HOME WAS NEVER
CONSTRUCTED. THE RAIN OF
OCTOBER HAS WASHED THE
HOME AWAY.
BUT I NEVER SEARCHED
FOR THE HISTORY.
THERE IS NO FEAR OF LOSING
HOME AT THE POINT OF BIRTH.
JUST LIKE THE PRODUCT OF
THREE SIXTY FIVE AND A
HUNRED NUMBERS OF SENSELESS
SLEEPS. BY HOLDING ONLY
ONE SKY, I HAVE RETURNED
TO THE POINT OF BIRTH
AGAIN........
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