The waves are lovely and luminous tonight,
and the setting moons sink below
the sea's horizon. It seems, somehow,
strange that far and foreign I was born,
yet feel at home. Here. On this shore
a sea desires with seething wavelets
lapping a sand lapidated with dust
fallen from skies fair and pearled
with stars. Strange: I stand upon the shore
and see the sea seething with the light
of organisms brought to break down
an atmosphere a man, or even a plant,
couldn't breathe. Cold on my faceplate,
a mist melts, like a mystery my breath.
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