A swift flight amongst stars unknown.
A swirl of deep red in the most comfortable seat above the clouds.
The solace of Home is one I'd rather miss
than shackle myself to all that has come and passed before.
The sweet sight of continents rising
from barren horizons.
Forgotten so quickly, those universes that stop at the mat of our doors.
Yearning again to step beyond the threshold of my content.
I remain. Forever restless here.
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