Place me here, where I may sear.

Elation can cohere with damnation.

Apart from others, I still carry a piece of my brothers.

Congruency with myself cannot be bought from a top shelf.

Excited with hope, the last I do is mope.


Outside of my kingdom, I lose my freedom.

Finding water through inner sleuth, I disregard Ponce's Fountain of Youth.


Money does not aid the stray, so there is no price to pay.

I drift to another universe, where all would change if I pressed reverse.

Now, I would pay any pence to fly over this giant blue fence.

Denied of all, and left to fall, I hear calls, the ship horn wrawls. 

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