The lovely fanciful and strange
Geometry of the waves out there
The booming along the icy shore
Below the cliffs our own abyss
Between paradise and here
Where we take our daily stroll
Where only the imagination's real
As a hand to kiss and hold
Against the cold that stiffens us
And would eat our breath
Will swallow us whole
If we would let it
Leaning homeward through the snow
As if we believed in death
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