I have gotten lost in the rolling sea of hills
and mountains have crashed against my stern
while I leave them behind me, they nip at my heels
whipping my sails and leaving my white flags torn
“Ah, my beloved,” I call to them,
“Be well, and teach as you have taught me!”
and as I cross my next horizon, they call out
reminding me that I stand on the backs of mountains
but first, I had to face the Sea of Rolling Hills
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