A river winds
through a far forgotten land
Former holds of
knowledge running freed for new
Tadpole tiddlers
changing form in summer waters
Leaping little
bits of twigs going further out
This fig stream’s
taking them with its incessant flow
Leaving less and
less of them as they go
Light filters
through Everland’s honeyed heart
Holds of old
thought, being overturned for new
Butterfly
beginnings all changing course
Leaping little
bits of understandings moving
This beauty-piercing
stream, seeing them as speaking
Giving more and
more of them as they flew
Explorers ply
the sea’s most fearful depths
Researchers fly
to any length to solve their riddles
Risk takers, they
just glide by now in extreme pursuits
Mountaineers still
rise to every misted height they find
Yet, of these
inner seas and mountains who will climb?
Who could ever
surrender all, to conquer what they couldn’t see?
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