Cale Young Rice
United States
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The Mystic

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There is a quest that calls me,
   In nights when I am lone,
The need to ride where the ways divide
   The Known from the Unknown.
I mount what thought is near me
   And soon I reach the place,
The tenuous rim where the Seen grows dim
   And the Sightless hides its face.

   ~I have ridden the wind,
   I have ridden the sea,
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Jordan Turner 26 January 2013
I am from the same town Cale Rice was born in. I just kind of stumbled upon him. I am glad I did.
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Nita Goel 18 July 2007
I am speechless.Thanks for writing and sharing this poem.
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