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The Explorer

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Born in the auroral arc's centre 
with eyes reflecting its sublime ways 
A splendid vision to enter, 
robed in the semblance of beams in haze 
It enlights his eternal questioning 
of worlds in space afar 
As the curtain of the known is vanishing 
under the portrait of a star 

He sees a paradise in every flower 
a solar system in every spark 
He's trying to reach a subliminal power 
and slowly sinks into the dark 

Scenic radiance hides its embers 
in the function of rising a tide 
But mountain summits still remembers 
where it use to ride 
His heart, the thunders imitation 
His breath, the gentle winds vocation 
in a pensive spirit unsealing the bodly cocoon 
As his mind swallows the moon 

He sees a paradise in every flower 
a solarsystem in every spark 
He's trying to reach a subliminal power 
and slowly sinks into the dark 

Like a mental Columbus in ecstacy, 
controlling his spiritual cave 
But just a microscopical cell in the galaxy 
So, he's both master and slave 

A burning comet which tries to pass 
through the universal door 
Where ashrams lurks in the hourglass 
deep within the cosmic core 

He sees a paradise in every flower 
a solarsystem in every spark 
He's trying to reach a subliminal power 
and slowly sinks into the dark