it would have been simpler
like a spoke
to a wheel like
a needle to
its eye to its thread
to the mending
of a cut
a mess
but it is you who made it complicate
so so complicated
that reality has become a bird chasing
its own wings
a dog trying to catch up its tail
a body
wanting to be a mere shadow
how many moons do you really want?
why think of another planet?
this is home now.
supper is ready.
we all waited for you.
please, please be comfortable.
even if you have forgotten our names
please, please take your time.
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