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under a vast sky of lightning blue
with heaven just out of reach
i discover an endless ocean
while i travel along it's beach

there are mountains far off in the distance
reflecting light with a purple hue
their snow caps have been melted away
changing outward, as creations do

i hear the whispering of rushing wind
though it's language will not translate
it is speaking an ancient tongue
lost forever on weathered slate

i fall to my knees without injury
i cannot manage this frontier alone
as pretty as this world can be
it still cuts like a sharpened stone

i long for a worthy sailing vessel
one to take me beyond the horizon
one to last the siege of a storm
one no flag of deceit ever flies on

until then, i will continue my trek
unsure of what else i might find
i will be on my way to see sundown
i will not miss what was left far behind...

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