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The Pursuit
I have pursued it
Like a Sherlock longing for a Holy Grail
Or a Raleigh broken in the dungeon of spirit
Dreaming where the Argonauts sail.
And sometimes when through a mist
I see a glistening glimmer of light
My Eureka takes the exit
From my wingless Icarus of joy
And I sit like wax in the waneless sun
This Atlantis figmenting my love
This El Dorado with garulous globs of gold
This tide that carries the panting world
To the flotsam littered shore
I have pursued it
Brain, breast, and blizzard blinded grassy core
There is no end to it
And no beginning here
This life, this parable of my existence
O that I was a Drake from its peak
A Columbus on its sandy circumference
Divine, mysterious
Eternal sheik.
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L'Nass Shango
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