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THERE IS NO STONE OUT OF PLACE


I saw mountains purple and yellow,

I swam into silvered waters

my breath, the music of a cello.


I climbed up on blue ice

and then stood below a green sky.


I woke up

with the guardians of the past,

deserts taught me

history never runs fast.


On a lost island,

into my eyes,

the horizon bent

colors through the night.


Stars flipped upside down,

the sun still rises upon every town.

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