Returning to thin air

 

Home is where you return to a thin air,
To lie on the earth, on hairy straw mat,
A cotton swab in the nose-holes of life,
Eyes closed in a final count of dreams,
At the very space you had first arrived
From the vast sea green of a stomach.

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