You know not what you see.
Not what you may be.
Still you seek out;
holy lands of the east,
high tales of the north.
Great knowing lurks above.
The unseen only talked of.
Womb of exploration;
never touched nor seen.
Seven bodies of water dried out of liquid.
A velvet eye sees none other.
Ignorance was to blame.
A hidden sun come out.
A brief dawn shows.
Indians tapping on drums in the far distance.
Past the trees,
infinite horizons are shown.
Time meets essence.
Gold sands hide golden secrets.
Harboring years of lost time.
A quiet brilliancy,
hiding in the corners of the earth.
Quiescence melancholy,
falls over the state of the earth.
A sunken sky,
devours the dormant illumination.
Not yet ready to reveal.
Creature of escapade;
Languished, flowing .
Presently becoming a form of dust.
Dirt fills my mouth.
Exploring the depths of the earth.
The universe on the brink of rebirth.
Heir of the voyager's throne.
We leave tomorrow.
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