I do belong where you, unknown human being
I do belong with your skin and your tounge and your cold

Sitting in a house of concrete with a door, a lock and a mailbox
is a temporary privilege earned/unearned but mostly temporary

The who I am is a desired we, a base of human beings

Is about the chairs we sit on or share
Is about the books we read and write
Is about a journey beyond institutions
Is about re-imagining and intentionally dreaming
Is about non linear geography and standing

The who I am is a desired we, a base of human beings

-- hvale vale