Yet Another day
Sees that jewelled beach, pebbles
Hurt the dreamer's feet. Mountains,
Weary, rise themselves from the sea
And construct steps.Purple ghosts
Ascend, and descend, and vaporize.Out
Of dark, a crystal ship is etched
In water, and dissipates
Into midnight air.
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