ever on the run, as danger ever loomed
like a giant in the heart, a goliath in pursuit, fear flew
without escaping
the great fire of exile as it blew, clear through
evaporating every illusion
not one remained, when truth stood
face to face above the wood
there simply and complete, the eternal spark communicating
its case, unrestrained yet poor of words,
expressed fully true
and wholly understood
from there and here sent out, sentenced to life somewhere
in the world
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