"Aquafire"
The first horizon is a grassy edge
The daring blades so absent of a care
It's a mile down, the loneliest ledge
And never a fence, none required there.
The next horizon is the sacred sea
The realm of tempests, the realm of realms
The saline being of futures to be
And there the islands are the crystal helms.
The third horizon is the atmosphere
The sea winds come and go in strange delay
There the stars reside and resonate clear
Dreams begin there and remember today.
The next horizon is the ancient sun
A cosmic fire for the cold planets
The heart of the system, the heart of one
As the solar skies maintain their exits.
The first horizon is a galaxy
There the dimensions collide and divide
There the destinies are the ecstasy
For as long as timelessness will abide.
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