(to David, Frank, Natasha, Maya, and Whitney, without whom this poem could not exist)
Love in the immaterial realm
where patterns dance across moonlit tides
A crystal heart drives the helm
Towards a land no eyes have ever seen
The sacred dream folds time and space
to a place beyond the reach of doom
where the infinite victory of fearless art
Shines eternal as the moon
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