Earth is firm under my feet....road rises up to the vantage point in the street
The sky's breath at my back....the trails diverge on the path(so it says, on the map)
The sun breaks through the trees, the sea just beyond the breach
The edge of the earth, in all of it's girth....must take that intrepid step...until I'm immersed
Bound for no ports, pushing forth...but what do I see, coming down...from the north?
Ominous clouds, descending down...surrounding my vessel in a charcoal shroud
The impotence & flaccidness of nocturnal dreams, in an empty world I let out my screams
An elemental force, rushing forth...on it's course
Nothing to reach out to, no one to call...as I sail head-long into the great white squall...
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