To search in earnest for things that I lack,
I started out front, on the boulevard,
And then returned by way back of my shack,
With not a pittance found as due reward;
On course pristine, with no tracks yet or trails,
I claimed myself all of the lands I find,
So too with islands reached by my wide sails,
But what good are these, when just left behind?
While here with you, in many trysts of ours,
Sweet Heavens I have claimed, all that I found,
That when I trekked to galaxies and stars,
The sweetish feeling followed me around;
...To not subside, however Fate unfurled,
...No matter how I strayed out of this world.
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