the glass skull

The origin of thought was an ambiguous land,
Tempestuos waters baraging its coast,
Who knows what deternines the shade of a mans heart,
The fabric of his dreams,
His lifes direction,
Tacking against an unfriendly wind,
To charter the landscape,
And find home.
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