"...over the mountains, over the sea. Here you come running, my lover...to me..."
this minded flowchart, rooted tree
whose diamond shapes belong to me
they flow from studies into life
that spring from scars adept at strife
they tell the tale of loss and love
and trenches dug in skies above
they speak of hope beyond the pain
who's holding proves all promised gain
and now I stand in all unseen
at highest plains I've ever been
but singular this place unknown
and all its wisdom mine to groan
~moses apollo
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