we hope to find home
Flashing across the railway,
with sounds of squeaking doors
and an interval voice-over,
We stare out of the window,
as cities turn into landscape
and they disappear into
dark tunnels with yellow lights,
we long to find something
that speaks to us,
a recognition of all that’s lost,
we hope to recognize the face
of our lovers, our enemies
We run from place to place,
but never to a destination,
We hope to recognize,
the place where we
lost our hearts,
we hope to find home
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