this place so strange, such a strange home.

how can you feel that way, the way you do, and live in this country.

i was born in a place like that, like this, 
i was born feeling damage, feeling like this, like that
place
was damage.
i can't talk my way
out of this place i 
can't leave
myself here.

 it gets easier, you get better at living in a place, a hostile country. you fall in love quite
specifically. it deepens.

that place gets changed to this, changed by love.
the government falls away like a dead father.     

still it seems you are riding electric clouds, riding storms of chaos, surfing turbines,
you feel crazy and like it, you ride the whirlwind, knowing the thrill of a sanity like thermal wind, lifting your tired bones, filling them with electric air.