Be Found In Elevations High - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Drop anchor and step ashore
Leave drifting and explore…
The firmaments that no more
Arch vaults or expanse the sky.
Conceive to journey on by
Further even than dare 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
In tone of voice be shriller.
Even than these heavenly birds
Oceanic; conceived words…
Be the fruit that in vineyard's
Twine, climb above the goatherds.
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