Sungazer, moonbather, where have you been?
I went to a place that cannot be seen:
Mountainous hollows, glowlights and shadows,
Black was the sky and green were the meadows.
Starchaser, dreamshaper, what did you find?
Glimpses, visions, and all things left behind.
Brittle worldsecrets, magnified by tears.
A ghostyard brimming with shipwrecked ideas.
Sungazer, Moonbather
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