I’ve got miles to go
On this splayed apart fever-dream
Toward an era
That will take me as one of its own

I’ve got centuries
Before every crest and valley of myself
Is pondered and mapped with care,

The fall, will be drawn out and cruel
But the moment I scatter
I will earn a hero’s reception

Surely,
On the distant banks
Of an aged reverie

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