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A Homecoming of Reclamation
Calling,
A deep rooted seed calls to you.
Its form, which has been damaged by the hate of society, cries for you.
Return to your central roots, your seeds.
Your internal self has been scattered by these hatreds.
You must reclaim what has been lost.
Return,
A familiar wooden structure, signified by a large red flag, stands tall in the water.
Its stature, elevated by stilts that sink deep beneath the ocean’s clouded dark blue water. Recognizable stilts, pillars of cracked oak, feel as if they expand indefinitely,
creeping down deeper and deeper into the abyss of the ocean.
Appreciate,
A ladder, which extends out from a small hatch at the base of the build
whips violently, the breeze ripping through it with a raddle of disturbance.
The construction, whose glass panes reflect glistening sunlight,
appear freshly stained by the ocean’s rain storms and whipping wet winds.
This structure, swaying in the storm’s wind, rocks and croaks in its discomfort.
Still holds strong, not yet defeated by these elements.
Climb,
Reenter the cold uninhabited space, outfitted with a basic assortment of furnishings,
Which have been shuffled in chaotic patterns through the violence outside.
A familiar table, which sits flipped in the room, lays hundreds of papers scattered.
Parchments written in pen and quill, notes, research,
Ideas.
Time has scattered your assortment through elements of ocean breeze and storms.
But not destroyed, these notes only sit inactive.
Unused.
Gather,
Take these sheets spread amongst the floors, and table, and counters, and couches, and bed.
Sort into piles by categories, color, date and time.
Reorder. Rescatter. Reorder.
Take your records, your notes, your ideas and understand them.
They have been lost through these elements but you must reclaim them.
Overcome,
Take your notes, which will see no further disarangement or scatter.
Hold them close and dear.
Continue to study them, observe your wishes and desires.
And never again let the violent ocean overcome your central ideas.
Reclaim your structure.
Reclaim yourself.

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