It's high time I left for the margins.
The law, solemn and absurd, at home
Is that no one escapes or explores
Anymore, unless the emperor
Sends them to the edge of what is known
To chart and plant monuments to power
Exactly where power ceases to be.
I want to slip between the pillars
Raised to mark our empire's boundaries,
Without any grant or permission,
Without anyone knowing
I'm past the point of anything known.
I want to be free to look over
My shoulder, as I vanish inland,
At the emperor's ships in the sea
Still conning the shoreline for some place
To land and claim or reclaim and leave.
If you help me, I'll remember you.
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