The Home Yet to be Found

The Home Yet to be Found

There is no home for introspect,
For the humble silence
Of a tireless mind
In this bold and free land

Every passing moment
Must be stocked to the brim
With sound and fury,
With every meaningless groan

“Bleed out your thoughts
For the greater good,”
A red feast for the altar
Splayed apart, for the taking

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Keeping the world immersed in stanza.