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Forebound
The sounds of willowing noise
is the sound of thunder
the sky calls out the name
the name of which I wonder
the plummet of a mountain
The seas, alas the fountain
The streams that run uphill
The excited trees are still
The oyster and its pearl
shining inside the plunder
glistening in the world
Yes ive always wondered
Sweeping darkness has me covered
and in it the stars twinkle bright
alone, in the rover
alone, in the night
To this, I sit and see
the frail tranquility
no person in the world
could ever give to me
Yes, i had to wonder
search for that whispering sound
something that was not
something that was profound
but alas here I lay
among the sole and green tree
watching the gray lines sparkle
as black and white could be
As I look beyond
the worlds direction
Im in search
for a certain perfection
Of all the places ive been
and all the men Ive found
I look beyond the horizon
this is a forebound
