The channel finds me
Between clashing rocks
Scylla and Charybdis
Still
I am not Odysseus
Sailing
Waiting
To get home
Find home
Is not what I left.
It never is.
I can pretend
But pretense is not
What I left behind
Either.
I can choose my rocks
To sail between
Choose Scylla
Choose Charybdis
Choose to sail home
Find what awaits me
There.
It is never
What I left.
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