Up above, out of reach, beyond the silence
Lies beauty, majesty, dancing starlight, and
the mirror of ambition
What is my purpose in going on such a journey?
No easy answers or sage advice can prepare
Will the innumerable giant sentinels of heaven’s gate,
Whom, keep the vigil for craven fools, who boast of their pedigree,
Let me pass, though every cell of my being be singed through,
Will I fly to great unknowns or be dashed as a contemptuous ingrate
I do not know, I do not know
Though I say to watchers be, would it be better to drown in the great deep communal darkness of mediocrity, than to be cast down having had a glimpse of eternity?
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