I am no one in this town,
And as I linger in the old,
I am ignorant of the new,
I am my own confusion,
Permitting homesick poetry,
Longing for 'her' kind of company,
And the company I cannot find,
I am a ghost & this is not my town.
continuum of erraticism. poetic subjective, imagined & interrogated qualia.
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