Last night all my attention Squinting westward 'ere the sunset with a map and a compass When a man reached up, said something 'There, against the sky, a point of light Too invisible to give itself to the naked eye'
On the shore, people yellin' In their eyes a great reflection In the grid aware their position Unconcerned with intuition There can never be no sympathy From that wilderness so let it be arrested
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Swing lo, oh, Magellan Nine-by-six or eight-by-seven Poster sentinel at the border of what you attempt, what you ignore I saw my frame in a pool of light Oh, drowned in doubt and shame, and I knew that I had lost my sight