The Quest: Poetry


Let us seek out these silent places
outside of time and space,
where all things exist 
by the light of a distant moon

Let us strike at the heart of the Ocean
within the core of ourselves,
where myriad things are brought to fruition
only by the surface count of mortal wounds
made iridescent by our own limitations

And as we do this, 
we will breathe as we were meant,
limitless as infinity,
boundless as children,
living without fear. 



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