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The Copper knight’s calling
Whipping against the decks below The voices wave in droves against Against my hope, they assail Against my peace the raging torrent falls Breaking upon the prow, upon the dreams The vessel of my despair onto which I hold The wheel firm to the place of colour To the place beyond the deep blue gravity Towards the stairs of metallic rainbows Shimmering towards the heaven only few, few shall ever know.
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November 2019
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