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Home Is a Myth That Must Be Recreated

Home is a myth that must be recreated As every generation comes of age, Placed by their own children on the stage ,

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sara

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19 September 2006

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Home Is a Myth That Must Be Recreated

Home is a myth that must be recreated

As every generation comes of age,

Placed by their own children on the stage

Precisely when their fantasies have faded.

Yet one is more than amply compensated

For playing well the well-wrought saint or sage,

As love wells up beneath the camouflage,

The truth that makes the myth immaculate.

How beautiful it is to be a father!

Emperor forever of a dream

Repeated through the labyrinths of longing

‘Mid memories more true than what has been.

Sing, then, of myths that tie one to another

Deep beneath the bulwarks of belonging,

As tales begun before the words begin

Yet fabricate the worlds in which words mean.

-unknown -

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