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... Where He Felt At Home

He left
the beginning of decay
for the end
of a never ending misery

An occasion
celebrated in the rain
and a rainbow
lurking behind some grey clouds

There is nothing hopeful in a rainbow
nor outside it
around, over
or beyond it

Birds fleeing
Bird brains cheering
Bird shit following the rain

No reason
to notice it, then
or acknowledge its existence

Choice or charity
he had done it
from there to there
where he felt at home...
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