Some seek beyond the limits posed,
deeper than darkness,
higher than galaxies...
For others to steal and capture
the parts that shine,
and pin those thoughts in a butterfly stand,
to stay in the level of beauty
to admire,
but never to find understanding,
but never to go and seek
for themselves..
The explorer leaves the realm of the common again...
having seen his finds being played with like toys again...
The explorer looks up to the stars,
the infinite journey
is to seek and find.
Some are never still,
Some are always mad,
Some question what is real,
some expand the map.
In his lonely way we see him depart,
the explorer has to be a explorer and transcend his art.
azile x
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