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The tears from cavern ice spears slide down, more
Like snow, that brief. The entrance where they drip
As saltless weeping is like melting hoar
Frost caused by vampires. On the haunted ship
The Flying Dutchman rides, these shapes would hang
From yardarms, yes, extremities of cold.
Congealing smoke begins to smell like gangue
In Götterdämmerung or poisoned hold
Inside a pirate ship. A boy goes through
The railroad cave and on to sun and Cape
Canaveral. Six decades later blue
Of skies in Florida more sunlight’s shape,
Long decades later he remembered well
