There is still that great leap yet to take,
The next step forward met to make.
The mind leading its hind quarters
Where they’ve not been exported
Or ever imagined
They would.
Still that tightrope to cross over,
That undiminished desire to go there;
Though height sails beyond view
With its purpose removed
It will all soon be well
Understood.
It remains in the contract of agreement,
Awaiting the arrival of new tenants;
Although they may be unsure
As to where they are going
They know they will get
There in time.
And once there they will be like us all:
Amazed they’ve not been there before,
As conditions will be familiar,
And remarkably similar,
To everything they
Left behind.
And again blended in with the mist
Time will pass along with its preface,
And they’ll settle for this for awhile
Until someone discovers a sign
That points on beyond
Their idyll.
And it will start once again with a stride,
And a walk to the edge of the wild;
Fortunes raised and accounted,
And steady rides mounted,
And on it will travel
Uphill.
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I Knight Thee, Sir Bard The Brilliant!
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