Circles unbroken

Words unspoken

The journey of being

The beauty of seeing

Standing here and now

Upon my ships prow

Where will it go

I never can know

I can’t see ahead

Futures can’t be fled

From pasts we can learn

Bridges we can burn

So without a care

I’ll see what’s there.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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