Wandered Off

Search and recon, For other century dust

Wandering rooms, Haunting my own house

Afraid the light will find me, Shine through my heart

And colour me whole in a deserved prismatic ache

My last will and testament to you my old friend

Is whether when sitting on the edge of my seat

Did I wander away or was I pushed off and replaced?

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