Harder a heart that never knew courage
through the passageways in search of a source
now though the half courts have became an ocean
sound steps over into infinite age
Where have all my people gone? I'm alone
a new line of a sonnet no matter
journeying and vanishing horizons
changes dimension with every turn
passed every obstacle ever heard
thundering soundlessly certain wisdom
as the stillness is faster than motion
what it contains for power over force
peace brings into fruition to conquer
the sport of solitude is mastery.
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