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Fortress of Comfortable Discomfort

Home is not home when I'm home
Half-steps on stone
Bare feet on grass
Aloof and blue
Bacon and knowledge
Adrift in the Andes
Barely afoot
Along paths
Along lures

Music, somehow St. John's,
Heals in trills,
Trinities and troves;

Home, where I want to dance freely
Sometimes off-tempo, mostly on key,
Singing unburdened the homegrown
Folk fantasies that cloud from the blue;
Homegrown, in my own little garden of dew.