The calling card of the permanent visitor
The ceiling the window the string hang down
The bell by the door has lost its clapper
A sound in the wall the beginning of laughter
You are the guest I’ve always lived here
Please be kind I’ve always lived here
You are my guest I’ve always lived here
Please be kind you’re in my home
Transient resident here is my evidence
My family and loved ones my enemies
The home is made within the home
The golden charm in a fan of bones
You are the guest I’ve always lived here
Please be kind I’ve always lived here
You are my guest I’ve always lived here
Please be kind you’re in my home
This is my house the site and locus
Nursery job and mausoleum
Brick door false door a panic room
Fresh painted crib and empty loom
You are the guest I’ve always lived here
Please be kind I’ve always lived here
You are my guest I’ve always lived here
Please be kind you’re in my home
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