When you start hearing every song that refers to home, go as close as you can get to the nest. But remember, there is no perfect return, no architecture or forest under whose limbs you will be ideally at rest. Search, though, and find salvation in the impossible Home, while building and settling and seeping into the soil. You will be pollution, yes, and you will see sickness, death, and there will be those who will call you Cause; disregard effects that alienate, and awkwardly laugh when the moment is right. Contort, yes, and retort. Relax, yes, and release. Evaluation will get you to A, but z is only within reach with a ladder and friendly hands. See you way to the threshold of the doors you inhabit and say liminality without the astringent mossy tongue. Dare is a word you wore out alongside risk, let them swim back to the pages where they came out of the ooze. While you pull up tubers and sidle in next to your favorite fallen tree, let home come back, come forth, come where you are.