Odysseus home
Athena,
once again approaching home I am busy
composing a lyric poem in the classic style,
journeymen shout me to me and then forget to count fathoms as
we watch your shores approaching.
Twelve journeys I make it since we left the honeycomb coast
you call home and i can’t see any more for all the days spent
gazing along sun bleached horizons looking for you,
driving forward before me promises like a mission.
Twelve attempts, twelve hasty returns
to the receiving room to whisper my own version in an ear so experienced
that I can’t even begin to tell the story for you,
and I think this much you must learn for yourself:
all that passes here is tantamount
to love.
metonymy4u 
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