Hidden Harbors
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Is it ourselves we find
As we sail the man made sea,
Some self that waits
Beyond the horizon clouds,
A self ordained by man's decree?
Or is it ourselves we leave
As we till the worldly helm,
A self whose elements
The primal tides of boundless time
Have pooled to merge in me?
Do we find our port of home
As we search the man made sea,
Or only hidden harbors
Merely sheltered
From the man made storm?
From the man made storm?
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