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he stands watching the sun slowly fall away, along with all his hopes and could be dreams. asleep under the sun. that is where he will be. fighting stars off with intellect. inviting bright days in to cradle his logic. lay under the sun. a picnic of adolecense. sprawled out under the sun. and truly truly beautiful things may happen. if it is at his will. so he chases. his feet stretching miles. stepping stones pave the sky. and he rushes forward with such dauntless speed. and his eyes catching it all. on film. old and discolored film in which his children will watch and cry. for his death was worthwhile. something more of a hero. he wants this for them. he will go to the ends. and beginnings. for this one smile. and as logicians deny his last moments. the sun would be his prize. and wash over the shores once more.