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Destinations

as if the great expanse collapsed
eclipsing hearthstones
amid the cordillera
where sun begins to beg
her true name

life stops alongside the eucalyptus
and the words warm
dripping honey to the south

shadows dance
and straight below we stand
just letting go
past particles
in the winds of time
in the tropic of us

we thrust our faith, our knowledge
our fortune and fortitudes
character, a dying breed
in need

moments held close
mouthed in mystery

we lick the solemm soul of the earth
before we soar
to destiny and destinations set free