Distance

In the shimmering world where the land sparkles and the sea glitters,

A gem behind each corner,

Alone does a man live.

Scruffy and terrible,

A temper to defeat Ivan.

His crooked nose and a mean glare,

A tattered shawl dragging the ground.

Alone does the man live.

His hefty home, rickety and slack,

Wheezing in the midnight ticks,

A creak and a whollup every once in a while,

Moaning with each strike the East blows.

Shuffling forward, shuffling back,

The occasional stumble,

Loosen the shoulders, tighten the hips.

Alone does the man live.