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From Far Above

Sailing away in the flow,

The boat swayed to and fro,

Long was the dark night,

Bleary was its destiny.

To the endless horizons,

It was a fluke of creation,

Rolling along the vast swathes,

Of the quivering & fearsome waves.

Far above the world,

Where the matter was dark,

And the mysteries deep,

The tales were untold,

And the cravings ever so cold.

The skies were a stroke of blue,

The grounds in search of hue,

The rivers were only a song,

Sung by the sails flickering along.

...the boat kept sailing,

Rising with the tide,

And falling with the ebb,

Unaware of the mark it hardly ever left....


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