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He dreamed of the ocean,
He said he always would,
And when the hours turned into days
He’d be dreaming still
Of foamy seas and ash blue skies
Of travels far beyond
Of whispers heard in the night
of some forgotten song
Of days spent quietly and alone,
While all the world traversed
The wild wanderings of the soul,
He would be rehearsed
In suspension of the intellect
while magical forces took hold
To carry him to oceans
Only he had known before.
– S.K.Lindeman