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Empty, expansive aether air Desolate , vast, the cyber where Wand'ring like ancient Ulysse Tempest tossed on the winedark sea Avoiding sirens, crashing rocks Evil wizards, destructive cyclops Kin to Aeneas, Rome to found Like Dante's trials beneath the ground Just as Faust seeks his salvation And Whitman's song of soul elation Heavenly journey, mystical chance A flaming star, a flaming dance Modern wand'ring on history's trail Brand new spin on an age old tale Wondering if you could ever be My Gretchen, my Beatrice, my Penelope? |