Like an endless curve I have reached the bend
Of my destiny to an atmosphere,
Above the horizon, my trails ascend.
Creatures of water swerving their tails,
Galleons roll, cruises of Atlantis
Along the foams, brave the olden fables.
The evening cloudline, glimmering so bright,
My final pilgrimage, the blackest sea;
To the ledge of the isle, a glorious light.
In...
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