home[land] bound

home[land] bound:
soon time will collapse by ten-
fold itself into a paper plane
wings gliding weightless
on earth's crisp breath
high above the Atlantic

over the ribs of memory
and rolling mountain hills
take me down to the flip-side
of reality
and the heart of the matter -
to you my dearest

mother, i am coming home
to be reborn

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