A wandering Essex boy was my Father

I am dreaming of home
But i wake to a stranger land – and, an alien skin

The Insular
Peninsular
is in my genes, and so i claim the whole world, though no-one claims me,
and i have no country to lose my honour in.

If this loss lasts
Three score years and ten – then,
its a Long Time to wait,
and pray prosperity
for thems that have already what you long for.

So give me this day my daily
encumbrance
and i in turn will seek you
finding not so much your abscence as the sense of,
the scent of
your recent departure – after all you go before me

preparing me for a room
in this here your home.

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