i found no land on the earth
have you found any up there?
somewhere to settle
somewhere to walk on
where no one could trace our steps
i found no water in the sea
have you found any down there?
something tasteless
so i could flavor it with my prose
something shapeless
so i could shape it with my thoughts
even if you found them, what i desire, tell no one, not even me
when things are found, they'd gone
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