Another Columbus Poem by Naveed Akram

The distinction is mine to keep,
Those fingers lurk and mingle with papyrus,
Like a Pharaoh I greet you in a kingly pursuit.

The chase is suddenly wrong,
Like devils and demons in the mist.
The distinct souls of the district of fire and water
Abide where pleasure and treason coincide.

What is compassion in the wind?
My flies are buzzing in a stupor,
Craving for blood to fall in a stupor,
Balloons appear, chariots roam,
And dragons seize the stronghold.

My distinction is discussed by problems,
Or do problems discuss distinction?
It is mine to keep.