Mental Geography

There’s a house by a lake

only in a private head.

Could I let you in by the side?

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There’s a life inside.

Rooms to furnish and paint.

Could I see you there?

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There’s a place to stay

carved into my hollows.

Could you fit the crater?

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There’s a hope to cultivate

somewhere in the fields.

could you feed the light?

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There’s a house by a lake

tucked in my own head.

Will I be joined here

or will the waters rise?

( ❤ Mitch)