The Swimmer

Land in a far cry, pending the venture
Home in a far cry, owing to whether...

I came on the country 'cause I was around
My vision is simple and not as I found
I skip on the earth dung, I had it for lunch
My vantage is some feet high
Light in the meadow I bound in amends
I'm moving at air speed now, skying the fence
My vision is simple and not as I found
A vantage of miles high

Crawling an incline generously supplied with water
Made to swallow brine measuring leagues ahead I see
Home in a far cry, charting the venture...

I'll travel light by butterfly face down in tide then left to a wave.

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