Words used to be my fanciest friends
Now I'm simpler, so my words are too
Yet they're aloof, a step beyond my ken
Waiting for when they can dress up anew.
What life remains in those listless eyes
Calls out to the ever-listening universe
Asking what really is, or what's amiss
If there can ever be more than mere cosmic dust.
Home is where hopes start giving way to contentment, and dreams to quiet sleep.
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