When hearing of the earth, is
so distant for an ear
and, the heart is low of beat
One from the
far land, above
prove its existence friendly,
pitching me into its dark
crater to the moon
away from the land;
gravitating a pull
towards a lighter vein
a supper to an end;
where no noise, now
does an ugly means, where
no humans mention
their tamed desire;
away, I bid adieu
roving, utility of the fore
headless of my past
away from the tinsel land
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