A Scattered Place Home, Neither here, nor there, A scattered place. The pieces would all fit, If only I could move more than just mountains. The pieces - Sun-glittering friendships and sincere oceans, Passionate lakes and peacefully-deep lovers, Sweet-green solitude and sufficiently-hollow hills, Blood and sweat forests and shadowy-elegant relatives - All Scattered. Heaven, Neither here, nor there. If only I could play God with these fragments of my life, As I have played with the adjectives of his pieces. The place... "Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to... Scattered!" Juliet She rises in the east, Hanging in the imagination Until my dusk. I dream of her release. She never sets, Remaining in my youth - A lark in time - Fluttering in the mind, Reviving juvenile flight. Flicker, flicker, flicker... That first light ripples, On waves inside Where Romeo resides, Trapped by the dawn.

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