Literature
This is not the place I've known
This is not the place I've known,
listen to the dial tone.
The sky has gone askance,
none of the stars are home.
The sky is sealed,
closed and shut
and all the sounds are bottled up.
Nothing's opened,
closed and gone.
Threads are unwinding
in throbbing song.
This is not home,
the mirror's all wrong.
The sounds are stilted,
voices dragged along.
And I stand alone.
This is not the place I've known.