Finding Home

Standing at the shore in the deepest night,
Voices call to me from both the left and right.
Darkness flows through me like the sea,
Laps at everything I touch, waves of me,
Unfathomable, unattainable, inevitable.
Which whispers will call me home?

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~ by friendlycurmudgeon on July 25, 2016.

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