then, I dreamed to find myself here
thinking that coming to this place
equivocates going home
a wanderer,
I search for completion
in a place intrinsically incomplete
always imagining that new progress
attained will satisfy an old lack
or mutilating memory to sustain hope
and then I find that I return
to myself, despite hope of another,
now. routinely destroying peace anew
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