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I sit on the verandah look at the sea no ships in today
open view until the horizon after that, on the other side
there are new limits 
I have seen many horizons, some of them are blue or green
but have in common stopping me from seeing what is beyond
What if I met a horizon that had no new horizons?
A blank nothingness that has no dreams.
I look behind me and see an island before the fog sets
obscuring its coastline.
It is getting cold on the verandah, suddenly it becomes
the loneliest place on earth, breaking my spirit.
The island I saw on my endless quest is called Saragossa 
I steer my ship there to meet friends long since departed
they will tell me what I need to know, the unsaid.

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