Dense Cow Park

I always knew…

“Home” was a concept.

A prompt for activating

our programmed roles;

encouraging participation

in self-fulfilling prophecies (of doom).

Leaving me homesick

for a dream I’ve never dreamt.

Home.

Home is now known to me-

Known to be a feeling-

An intangible worry stone,

Now carried with me-

At all times;

Anchored by plasmic goo.