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Here the ice groans and shudders.
Beneath our feet the tide ebbs
and flows immeasurably,
something we can sense but not see.
What seems solid rises and falls.
Cracks open in front of us only to
close again by morning.
Everything here defies time
yet nothing is permanent.
Flux and flow are one continuum.
What we see is not what we know.
We can not settle here in this land
of unease and elements.
This place was not put here to comfort
us but rather to open us to the
uncertainty of change and permanence.
Death and eternity, life and
regeneration. Who will you be here
when everything is shifting
where you stand?