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Journeys

May 20, 2008

I seek my center,

amidst hums and screams

of a city, splinter populous

chained by geography.

I seek myself

amidst pages and songs,

new voices and old

deafening cacophony of other.

I seek my heart

in memories and shadows,

paper and pencil, old words

murmured in the dark.

I seek so much

without ever finding,

always journeying toward something

that lingers just out of reach.

I seek home,

a sense of permanence,

my safe harbor for storms

I’d like to weather before

I seek something more.

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