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I travel at night searching for new suns

traversing steaming currents of wild fancies

speeding through a thousand sundowns i sense strange presences silently rising
and brushing by my imagination

I throw glances
through patches of paling stars of the morning
as I breeze through vast seas of omnific silence

I fly free and easy rescuing childrens' lost first star wishes from meandering midnight marauders
and ascend generous cascading chords toward tomorrow's twirling sun