What shall I do now?
Follow the sun from its rising
into the valley far below
or shall I climb higher
to better see
how far darkness goes
and how high these rocks have come
from vanished seas?
I come to taste the salt
from ancient floors
and read your shells of silence.
Up here I see so far,
yet never far enough to tell
from which star hung Heaven
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