TO HOME the country you came from has been swallowed by a whale of course it's not a country at all more of a contrast for background the whale is your country now you may try to pursue it for pleasure only to be struck with the vertigo of open sea the horizon equidistant always from your courage the sunset igniting a fury of reflections sorrows heartpouring from you red flood too fast to level with the sea and so you and the boat you came here on are riding an immense hill liquid scarlet heading down home you scream I'm coming home
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