I watch their colors go up and over
to the other side of withering
the land of unremembering
revealing the sagacity behind
the thought behind it but only
if you leave your life behind
do you get to where we stand
on the cliffs of lost prospects
where one of the things life seems
is meaningless distance stretching
into more and more beyond
and we are ravaged by the sight
fearing our enemy will strike tonight
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