You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling;
the lines are crawling
with tigers and liars.
Someone needs to make amends
so that others can follow in their stead.
Someone needs to rewire their hothousing
so that others can let go of all of that
dread.
Ill-met by moonlight!
Perhaps a little more well-bred
under starlight;
perhaps this is where we will meet
the executed, and the traumatised.
Perhaps this is the ancestral land,
the place upon which all our hopes depend.
Or perhaps not.
Perhaps it is all for naught,
and I am a Merlionsman
in tiger's skin.
Watch out for the liars;
they will try to teach you how to win.
Lucky you—
you get to take this, instead,
for a big ol' spin.
Lucky me—
the last time I warp-digivolved,
it took me exactly to where I had been,
75,010 years prior:
somewhere on the shore, like I said,
between a lion and a big ol'
dreamfighter.
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