after home lands wreckage

thief exfils under forest 
purification over lengthy filtrate 
 
after my on you ago, long
didn’t realize how far down up could go 
and liquid which sits
leaves a trail of
where she’s been
letting the door out
to relearn which way is wind
and where roads home may also end 
I love aeroes always
under Sun beyond seabed
psychedelia spires retire in skies
 
and the best therapists
are like ghosts who don’t exist,
kind of anyway