Are gliding toward me on the ice intoGray the cloud-like oaksXII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin SearchIn realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasseMerely a mockery of springThis third day of our January thaw,The surge of swirling wind definesWhat? What can you do?XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the TegetthoffWhere does this all end? What is the vanishingBeneath the snowflakes I notice façadesIt's snowing, it's returning to a townshaded by live oaks and bottlebrush treesSculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.with visors. Their brave recreational vehiclesCascading snowflakes settle in the pines,Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.What is there in the depths of these wallsAnd the worldsskiffs rudderless, rolling on
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