Thunder wonders of a heart yonder,
On a moon traversing each breath,
To the oceans running in mornings,
After tones of fiction when you dreamt,
Collocate one onto another,
Emulate the path of humpback whales.

Torrid visions of a past asunder,
Into paroxysms of grey,
Yet believing has not departed,
A horizon may not rust to hell,
Uneven days which feel like no other,
A sting to nerve cells drives sense away.

Found unexpected a heart redder,
Which equally ran into himself,
Thousands of words pop out from his hands,
Immersed in joy for blue seas within,
He thinks of one onto another,
To go till reality fades in.

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