back from the range misrule

it seems into no man's land

you've dipped your blood at last

and i just think it's so cool

"my flesh in the range misrule"

you'd plainly conclude,

erst out there you stepped foot!

your eyes have all the seeming of a patient that is

dreaming

but soon I might whisper,

that Poe misheard

and dub you a prisoner that is

weeping

ye, your heart rate's affixed itself unto that horizon scape,

and now is utterly mismatched 

to this infill land

now you fear that increased rythm impending 

for being back

back within

and i say, isn't it cruel?

that while your head is now here, 

to be sure, 

your body was left there?