Homecoming

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You will look at the stones 

on the outside floor that he named

And you'll find a personality for every one

Each will own its sadness

Each will be given your attention, thought, and admiration


We will not gaze at the outside things as if we forgot our glasses

We will pierce them with the wonder that was drowned

with the poison you drank


The poison has been guzzled for long enough

Sometimes you don't know you're thirsty for water

until you've had a little--

And look, you're all dried up!


Scoot and scrape your chair back, 

Dig your marks into the floor,

Let them remember you got away 

Dump your glass

Leave a stain on that wood, let it seep through

It cannot be scrubbed away


Fall into that river

The one that is clean

You know better

You've always known better



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