the lily pond

“I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.” 
― Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space: The Classic Look at How We Experience Intimate Places

Home is on the highway living on soft bread and solace

I guess I'm waiting for nightfall or a solar eclipse

What's crushed is my spirit

 Oh I fear it is too fragile

Like fall leaves burn like paper

Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals

Spend all my time amongst the animals
And on the tracks I would go they lead to the sea
To be amongst the animals