…something inside him led
him, ordered him to travel
along deep crevasses and
the highest miracles and
he passed the endless plains
glens, rivers and woodlands
and he stepped on lands no
man had ever stepped
and his passing was like a
mind’s that never stops
to anything but passed all
thoughts to create new
soon as it created one image
any soft idea softly
he traded all of them and
let the needless slide away
since he was going toward
the oceanic concern that
attracted him, where he wished
to dive his abyss-fed wings.
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