In the morning as the sun rises
I will sneak away and
Run towards the horizon
And keep running
I will follow the crow and heron
And arrive upon the sea
And there I will
Find peace
Quiet and hidden, among the rocks
Where the waves will speak to me
And the wind will carry my dreams
To a blissful island of
Dry green grass
There I will reside with the gannet
And die in peace
Near a vast orange ocean
With birdsong and gales
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