
Across four burning plains
of steel I rode, unfazed,
I swam with broken sails
of dandelion leaves
across unfathomed seas,
I crept, I heard them whisper,
the shoal of six blind fishes,
and while the sky kept flying
the long bestrewn profile
of wooden shadows blurred
and turned ajar, revealed
the dawning sun, the dying
parade of all the lost
dim drops of molten planets.
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