If you’re gonna go home
take a distance
and move nowhere but
on your very stance
man has to run in his own
blood of destiny.
yet even minutes melt
in your every cult
when you’re about to leave
those sick memories
don’t forget to fire-breath
in the deepest throb of your might
glimmering words
are raining down. unlocking glory
in the deepest fire of a torch
a man—somebody like me
was trapped and enchanted—to be back home
leaving your mind
that he’s never succeeded
to borrow.
Now take me home
into the heart of distance
but let me stay not
in the dark of myself.

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