NEW
HOME 
You came to ravish my home.
To change my roof into rain.
I do not know how to reach
one room from another.
Wherever
I turn,
there is no wall for a door.
Wherever I lie,
I am in the midpoint again.
So what if I run,
the earth, timid,
runs along beneath me.
I
sail on my back, with palms for sails.
There is no-one I can be on the way to.
In
this world - a wasteland,
the winds
the trees
the stones
the mountains
Contents:
Jacob
The Challenger
It Becomes Obvious
You Turn Away From The Window
The Starry Centaur
Passers-By
From The Grey Angel (Nea):
The Grey Angel (1/2)
Salt and Death (1/2/3)
Grass (1/2)
Annual
Cycle of Walking (Deogae)
Narcissus' Wasteland (Deogae)
Excavation Of The Sea (Deogae)
New Home (The Beast And The Limpid)
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