“The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet
and greet unknown fate.“
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In the early dawn, the dark and the bright birth
My silver cage flew open, and I wandered,
Aimless
In the cool of the morning, the placenta of night
My foundling feet find rhythm, and I wandered,
Aimless
In the heat of noon, the umbilical light a rage
My downy wings grow furious, and I wandered,
Aimless
In the dying day, the flower of life now closing
My infant dreams lay in grasses, and I wandered,
Aimless
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