Angel in the Home

Domestic sphere?

More like domestic ORB

my friends, mystic big ol ball

spinning out through space,

which is the rest of the world,

a void. All densely packed

together hurtling without

regard to physics towards

an interdimensional seam

is my little home where

anything can be said or

thought, the most

revolutionary of all locales,

autonomous space between

us, and others who are

always welcome though

solitude, too, is radical.

Who told us this sink,

this couch, was not a

crystalline projection,

wizard prism floating

in a castle in another world

type shit? Like going to some

bar or sitting at a desk is

more real? No shit it's more

real it SUCKS but home is

unreal, and unreal is all

I've ever wanted.