The private home of the soul
Is designed with many rooms
Each occupied with a faction
Or diversion-while others
Are vacant yet to be filled…
I inhabit these chambers
All I know and recognize
Lodges beneath this roof-all
That enters I scrutinize
Before furnishing with room…
The space I keep augmenting
Watching as nature unfolds
New walls and doors becoming me
Parting ways I’ve never seen,
Still unfinished-still unwholesome….
Outside-I am just visiting
For no other place is home-
Things either change forever
Or cling to those static wings
Of before-where I reside no more….
