The poem describes the author's experience staring into the vast and turbulent ocean, which chills his soul to the bone and causes his conscience to tilt and keel as the waves crash. The ocean represents humanity's futile search for divine truth and knowledge, which will only lead to despair in the end. The waves deliver a hellish sermon unlike the mysterious stars and sky, as the ocean rips imagination asunder and is a bottomless abyss of the unknown. The author warns not to stare into the ocean for too long or get too close, as it will lure you in with its song.
The poem describes the author's experience staring into the vast and turbulent ocean, which chills his soul to the bone and causes his conscience to tilt and keel as the waves crash. The ocean represents humanity's futile search for divine truth and knowledge, which will only lead to despair in the end. The waves deliver a hellish sermon unlike the mysterious stars and sky, as the ocean rips imagination asunder and is a bottomless abyss of the unknown. The author warns not to stare into the ocean for too long or get too close, as it will lure you in with its song.
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The poem describes the author's experience staring into the vast and turbulent ocean, which chills his soul to the bone and causes his conscience to tilt and keel as the waves crash. The ocean represents humanity's futile search for divine truth and knowledge, which will only lead to despair in the end. The waves deliver a hellish sermon unlike the mysterious stars and sky, as the ocean rips imagination asunder and is a bottomless abyss of the unknown. The author warns not to stare into the ocean for too long or get too close, as it will lure you in with its song.
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The Ocean chills my soul and bone It splashes forth, it splashes hither, Tormented by tumultuous weather
I stare, unmoving, in its depth
And forming a gaping rift. It travels through my spine, and I feel My conscience tilt forward and keel.
The Ocean represents but nil,
Humanity traveling an upward hill Our futile search of divine truth And slaking man’s thirst to its root
But what is it except deception?
Of our knowledge, only inception. The Sea is an illusion, swift and fair But at its end only despair. Unlike the stars dotting heaven The waves deliver their hellish sermon. Unlike the sky, mysterious wonder It rips in our imagination asunder.
Beware and do not stare too long
Stay away from its luring song, For it is a bottomless abyss; A dark crevice, and the unknown’s kiss.