- So many years have passed since first you sought
- the lands beyond the edges of the sky,
- so many moons reflected in your eye,
- (familiar newness, fear of leaving port),
- since first you sought, and failed, and learned to fall,
- (first hope, then cynicism, silent dread,
- the countless stars, still counting overhead
- the seconds to your final voyage of all…)
- and last, in glory gold and red around
- your greatest search, your final quest to know!
- yet… ashes drift, the embers cease to glow,
- and darkened life in frozen death is drowned;
- and ashes on the swell are seen no more.
- The silence surges. Error 404.
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