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Cloudseeker on the horizon
Hidden in Arcadia
Off the map
No radar to see

Missing the warmth of times past
Lock me in a hazy background of light blues and gold
Tugging the endless rope hanging over the edge
Holding my ease

Hopless case of absence
Left to be in my inner world
Not a single dare to open gold gates
Not a single intention of contaminating the intangible clean

I'm not here
Even when you see me in the sun's burning light
I'm not...