catawhampus
 
errant rambles

The wandering soul

whispers   Home Let’s go home

but home is away in the past


the edges of the house bark the shins

all the comforting clutter closing in

the world as big as the memory

as small as the wallet

      

        how exact is money

        a ruler for all dimensions

        crafting every mighty purpose

        and all the mundane


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