Didn't I tell you I don't care?
When home is nothing tangible after they throw you into the deep end
All you have is your mind, the only home, power, God.
Home is anywhere and no where when you are the creator.
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Home is any where and no where when you are the creator Flower it with vines and roses that get tangled and confused Shower it with clarity and blood of those who walked the dirt roads before- - - -The space the poet creates is full of tangles and vines, it i is his real home, it is nowhere but every where.But it has the power to grow roses and they are beautiful.- - - - - wonderful poem on poetic journey.