Drop anchor and step ashore
Leave drifting and explore
The firmaments that no more
Arch vaults or expand the sky.
Conceive to journey on by
Further, then I dare to espy.
Be found in elevations high
Above what domed birds fly.
Separate, water from water
The world is not our oyster.
Any more than deaths a vapour
A tone of voice is shriller.
Even then these heavenly birds
Oceanic; conceived words
Be the fruit that in vineyards
Twine, climb above the goatherds.
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