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Standing on deck,
staring off into the wild,
while the wind caresses my face,
and the cold soaks into my clothes,
watching the ice break and groan,
as we push ever onward.
Thin and pancaked upon each other,
The ice rises and falls
With each wave
That passes beneath them,
As I stand and watch.
The serenity of this view,
Is breathtakingly wonderful,
Only broken by the endless,
Low, loud rumbling
Of the powerful engines
That move us through
This Vast White Abyss.
And upon the deck,
I stand,
Breathing deeply
In tune with the
Heaving breaths
Of the ice-covered
Ocean. |
