The thing which I fervently seek
Is permanently out of reach.
It is a curse, indeed as such
To pine for something not existing.
How can you satisfy a craving
For a thing not of this world?
I do not know, but for now
I stalk it, ever closer, ever farther.
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PoetryI am a stargazer, Tracing constellations Through galaxies of free floating thought, Distilling the contents of my scattered mind Into clearer images, And painting them across the insides Of my night-dark eyelids. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #118 (6/20...