This home I built,
One shirt strewn here,
One hair and many,
Whose hands are these?

Are they the final words?
I am in pain,
This wave bellows again,
Don’t take me away.

We have come such a far way,
Snow in the meadow of elk reign,
Wet, and thank you not so subtle grace,
Take me further away.

I cannot be contained in these lesser things,
My hot air balloon navigates the





This home I built,
There is no more grace.
Time to make more of lesser things.

You are mine.
Peace in the pain,

making more of lesser things.

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