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Ikea Won't Get You There
Life craves the safe seat
The resonance chair
The pew with a view
To delight without freight
Soothing soul’s nestled restful
Comfortingly raw and bare side
A place to sit softly perched
As the birds perch on the worn
Down part of their perfect branch
Somewhere intrinsically linked
To the pull of their being
Aligned with sun, wind, warmth, cold
Somewhere, some place, some
Thing to feel a constant
Gravity of connection within
The parameters of a day, a year
A lifetime, somewhere where the
World aligns just for you
Where you’re untouchable
In the physical
To give time to the spiritual
Elders of tribes past knew the
Importance that this divulging
To the wonders of the world
Resting to realise place, meant
Know that Ikea won’t get you there
A place where the elements
Have been accounted for
To allow you to let go
To tap out of what’s expected
To tap into the rest of it