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[BATSIRAI E CHIGAMA]

I am gone yet I did not leave
somewhere sometimes
pictures of home vaguely
traipse on the dance floor of my mind
a single piroutte cut in mid air
blown and gone.
I feel at "home" in a land
that's not my own
My home, thorn infested
pebble pricks adorn my bed
can't sleep
so i leap
bound for the unknown.