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Can I reach?
The top of my lungs?
Can I breach?
The songs left unsung?

Deep within me something unmistakably calling me
To bring forth the secrets kept from sight
A heightened sense of awareness
My only companion on this weary road undertaken

So strongly it calls me out
To meet it head on
From the depths of mount Mordor
To the misty plains of Scotland
Immersed in this calling
My gift and my curse
Here’s to hoping
One day we’ll be eloping
To sweet nothingness

Ian Altosaar


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