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i am
knee deep
in shallow water
drinking spring -
tasting winter.

i am
adrift at sea
I'd rather abandon
the plank
to swim for
the drowning shore
than keep afloat
and hope no more
of the fabled
passing boat.

i am
taking flight
beyond the velvet night
beyond the fields
of cotton clouds,
beyond the siren songs
of lesser angels,
to chase lightyears
for distant burning stars
never forgetting
even once that
my dreams
my longings
are borne on
silver waxen wings.

i am
never content
with the things I own
would I die
upon the next
desperate mile I run
ere comes the end
of this futile,
desolate horizon;
the finishing line
to my endless pursuit
of an ever
setting sun.

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