"Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss,
Silently and very fast."
W H Auden, The Fall of Rome
http://www.poets.org/poems/poems.cfm?prmID=1392
Unexplored places, lost in space and time,
Wait for me.
Unknown lands, clouded from the world,
Lie at my feet.
Uncharted deeps, far from the shore,
Draw me on.
Unseen chasms, infinitely void,
Block my return.
Martin Locock, 2002
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