When getting there is the last thing to do
When roads end at the end of the end
When the journey's tragedestination looms
Splay about
Play the lout
Clay and pout
And what
everdo,
do not
crescendone
Rise to the ridge
Dive the peak
Whir to muse-ic
to whom ceases
rhythm against
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