Home in a distance.
Flee in a moment.
Set sail into the endless ocean,
As the engulfed cities perish in blaze.
What sets us ablaze?
What divides us afar?
A drip of ink?
Or a smear of white paint?
Perhaps it is the same waned cinder of ashes,
Whom we shackle at the bottom of the ships.
And so all the lives dissolved,
Into the image of a distant past,
Through the inheritance of generations.
©Paulus of Sinae July 2016