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Fertile Ground

Back in it,
surrounded by the illusion
my mind constructs
from the images,
the sounds,
the aromas,
the taste of the air.

Having lived,
just there,
I remember
the lonely alienation
that was my reality
of here,
then.

Still,
enough of the trappings have changed
to make this scene fertile ground.