Journeys (III)
Steady in these swirling clouds
That give us visions betwixt
A fitting curtain
Of ever repeating pattern
In the smokey misty
Clinging vapor lingering sticky
On the side of an ancient city
That was built at least
Ten thousand years ago
And below
A mountain extends
Downward from the sky flying vessel
That you've found yourself within
And it could be that this here
Sight of shallow purple cloud
That the empty monument
Stands proud about
Is only a mystery
With no history
Beyond what you yourself can stand
On this shrouded and forbidden land
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