As poets, artists of a certain solitude:
That stays with us; that spurs the bold, creative act,
We should not dwell in the modern house of false mirth.
We should not participate in the narrow realms
Of smirking rituals and superficial signs.
We should forget the limitations of the tribe.
Like restless adventurers of noble spirit,
We should be searching for the fragrant, magical,
Undiscovered land in the most distant ocean.
May the winds of serendipity guide our sails!
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