Octameter
This could be a little fun
Fitting 8 accents in one
Extended phrase, 2 quarter lines
In length like music common time
It's on a scorcher of a day
I drink the sun and shift my gaze
From street to street and side to side
Drinking scenery in stride
Eyes and all receptors wide
Open curious to see
Everything we can perceive
Unquenchable this thirst of ours
Mapping Venus Earth and Mars
Won't satisfy our detail lust
So on we go and forward must
We go until we find what tends
The light we see at tunnel's end.
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