Eternal Quest
When I was standing on sandy ground
In the middle of ancient ruins
I wondered
How is it the shapes of the clouds look different here?
And the smell of the landscape?
How is it that humans have built this?
And why?
The eagle overhead simply soared
How do I get there, instead of staying way down here?
This was when I added my name to the lang human quest for the immortal—
The transcendent –or better, ascendant –
From this limited, yet infinite, being.
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