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The Quest

High, hollowed in green
above the rocks of reason
lies the crater lake
whose ice the dreamer breaks
to find a summer season.

'He will plunge like a plummet down
far into hungry tides'
they cry, but as the sea
climbs to a lunar magnet
so the dreamer pursues
the lake where love resides.

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  • philophant
    December 18, 2003
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    Of the dreamer the cynics say, "He will fall," but no matter how badly off he is, he has always succeded in the "dreamworld."