Home is where the heart is, so they say
But don’t believe it.
The heart can be anywhere
Chasing sugary illusions
Flimsy promises, gentle lies
Imagined Edens of togetherness
Teeming with vermin and satanic snakes
And that’s not home.
Home isn’t that cozy memory of childhood
With oozy warmth and love
Gone (if ever it existed)
Vanished, canceled, squelched.
Home, true home
Isn’t where we’re coming from,
It’s where we’re going
A hope, a destination
Beyond the ups and downs of living
The ins and outs of scheming
Beyond mortality, beyond
Darkness and desire.
Home is mystery
A blinding silence, light.
