I have travelled North and South
to find you East of my new West–
this time, I wandering, you,
the wonder who once sought my
thoughts, now aged. Now aged,
I fall behind your steps, eyes wide
before this strike of luck to see
you soar beyond those astral plans.
That want which thrusts the spirit
guides your hand, as your mind
pours out its dream unto itself
and for my pleasure–I recall, the
young, the old, the always now.
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