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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