Musical accompaniment to the poem below. I was unsure if it would be ok to post creepypoetry, but it is topical. Let me know what you think, it's a 1st draft:The Pull of Ocean 03/25/2015 One hundred miles inlandWhere the sun has stretched the earth to crackThe ocean sighs and roaring wrackStill surge and ebb within the slope of our dreams.A night reverie of waking under the waterThe bubbles snowThe blackness skySafe within a thoughtless drownOur steps shall chase the staircase down.Across great gray leaguesOur ankles bendInto the tides and further thenNarcosis of the current’s coilRiptide convey to stranger soilsAnd there beyond the cliff, beyond the strand,In mute array the grayed dead will stand,Counter to our stride, an airless parade,That wax from dark and to dark shall fade...Chasing the way of the water’s flowTo the chill and the stillAnd the empty reachWith no marker but cold and unloving stoneThere and past the gate we’ll go.The owl now flees before the fogThe west winds whip from down the hillsWith soft tang of salt, they kiss the airThose roiling mists suggest our dareAh dearie I'd love to go a-drowning with youNo more concerns no labors to viewNo sick sours o the heart, no carapace of scarsOnly a bleakness vast bereft of stars.To beckon to the ocean songPly West oh west with out hesitationAnd succumb at last to the whirling strangeWhere the seas shall go and wreak her change.In the depths there shall be labyrinthsCoralline and limitlessBends beyond measure of mind or mapsDown which we shall go winding.
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