quest
You hold a pterodactyl in the lead of a pencil.
You bring a slingshot across the ages.
You smile in a world of fiery forests.
So who says you can't read from the smoke?
Someone sitting in a library I hope.
Someone eating cherries and winding rope.
Someone whose campfire is burning abroad,
on their quest for the Grand Diridian.
The illusion is that the engine is in the rear,
but the engine that turns the world is here.
Though it's nothing but a battle cry, a roar.
A tribute to The Sun at the end of the day.
In your search to find the truth,
you will not need to read a book.
And when these questions form in your head,
you won't need a light to take a look.
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1999