The Inner Explorers
A
river winds through a far forgotten land
Former
holds of knowledge running freed for new
Tadpole
tiddlers changing form in summer waters
Leaping
little bits of twigs going further out
This
fig stream’s taking them with its incessant flow
Leaving
less and less of them as they go
Light
filters through Everland’s honeyed heart
Holds
of old thought being overturned for new
Butterfly
beginnings all changing course
Leaping
little bits of understandings moving
This
beauty piercing stream, seeing them speaking
Giving
more and more of them as they flew
Explorers
ply the sea’s most fearful depths
Researchers
fly to any lengths to solve their riddles
Risk
takers they just glide by now in extreme pursuits
Mountaineers
still rise to every misted height they find
Yet
of these inner seas and mountains who will climb?
Who’d
ever surrender all to conquer what they couldn’t see?
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