The cascading river carried an armada.
There was the ship of wisdom, there was The ship of deeds, there was the ship Whose captain knew directions, cous- In to the ship that held the library, Traveling to the cliff that formed A hieroglyphic. A wind flecked With fire swirled above the spring, stormed, A rough rush of hail, a soft Warmer scent intertwined, Their spiral soared, corkscrewed To a vast blue mind.
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