Slim
Grizzly
drear
Delight I to glide
barefooted in September
from crag to crag
on the raw shore of rocks
and hear
the seas and waves
echo the Ocean's feelings:
feel the Ocean speak
to its depths and under waters
vast, hear the martial
steps of a realm
other than earth, larger and
vaster by far
another way of life,
another civilization as of us,
which we,
so largely often dismiss,
and think,
of only our civilization material.
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