Most destinations lead to arrival.
An EC directive pinned on to the board.
1 proof gallon under wraps, consumed.
An Era of Hopelessness beginning.
The Churches of the Lord are still.
The shores are vacant where we stood.
The Church behind is empty-
The conquered countries yearn to sing again.
The phantoms roam behind the church.
The share of sorrow given up.
Dreams of the polar explorer.
National Antarctic Expedition, faltered.
Graham Land Expedition, met land.
The party of men crying in the snow.
The party of corpses sleeping inside.
Of their lament the chief composers
Gusted winds of their Hemisphere,
Long psalms from the Isles,
That spoke of Passage to a hidden realm.
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