Along the rim which rings the far horizonthe hours sound the compass /distant music buildsand falls from the very same starswhich shine upon youas they do myself. —Let us navigate these evening visionstogether and alone / as vessels escapingthe hold which space insists upon us. —Tracing a path from this pento your distant comfortsand the wonders which hold your gaze —the light from my window unfurlsas on masted canvasinto your lambent harbor.
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