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JOURNEY TO THE END
By Quentin Smith
Screaming for shelter from the starlight,
I stumble through the black mountains
And pray that I will not end
Like sea waves being smashed on the rocks.
My head is knocked by a stray wing
That is blown in from the ocean,
And I fall and dream
Of pebbles on a beach
That are white in the sunlight;
But on awakening I see
The uncanny fires burning in the dark,
And know that I cannot but go over
Like a fence curling off a cliff top.
Written 1973
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