See mountains melting into waves,
waters over which we travel many days,
with no end in sight, and no turning back
from our ascendant journey to light,
that rides on an elusive horizon,
kissing each rising crest,
that would crush us
if we didn't give our best,
to surmount the swelling tide,
filling any emptiness inside,
immersing us in lighter elements
like flying fish who forsook a return dive.
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