Cast From Your House
Cast from your house
I am swept
To the front porch
Cast out by a strong wind
Exiled without trial
Broken sprawled scattered
I look for a haven
A soft bed, silence
A place to sleep;
A sanctuary where I
Might gentle my own condition
I wash up on a beach
Seaweed in my hair
Feral, voiceless,
My mouth full of pearls
Or maybe
I am seen, by chance
From a distance, lost
On the penitential streets
Of a carnival town
With walls of blue
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