home is walls partition heat
from cold, sounds fade to noise
like a theater entrance, solid self
limen melts to one more fluid
intern in its cell
and home too is who transits
the carried bit upstairs alarm
exiting cans roaring cars
and each reflection they make
in flight; and home is host
but barnacles itself on dirt
parasites a hallway highway
or other artery, plumbs thirsty
roots in beating publics, alive only
in imitation, the mirror
that frees the model to move