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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