My Home is Rising

I’m setting my foundation below the surface

Beneath the bulbs

Mingled with tree roots

Over 100 years old

I sit alone and pick and pick

I ride the drunkin boat

And flow in all directions

I wrap myself in gauze

And slip into the silence

I am here

I’m alive

And my home is rising

-Saschia

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