Home again My stomach complains. I fast on the intensity of flavors. Satisfied to stir-fry crisp vegetables. Not to remove knowledge But to cleanse the senses. Home again I absorb the quiet. Revisit moments I sit in my brown chair, And rest. A clear mind, My home receives me I nestled with the new Changed, I’m still me. Home again.
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