Trailing the beacon of nowhere
Disoriented by the broken hull
The light that must be somewhere
Turned out void
Offering null
The song of the gull
And rhythm of the sea
Was is all just a dream
Or is real
But ceased to be
By the sight of the beacon
By the sight of the land
By the sight of the hope
To end this strand of the beaten
To step onto where trust withstand
To knot by the end of the rope
The beam and its ambience
Forsaken the retreat to the silence
And the beacon of nowhere
Deceptively shines when eyes stare
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