Sea from Memoriam by Summit Station

There rolls the deep where grew the tree. 
O earth, what changes have you seen!? 
There where the wide street doors have been, 
The stillness of the central sea. 

Imaginations, calm and fair, 
You haunt the silence in my chest. 
My conscience like a sea at rest, 
Your memory a cloudless air. 

By which I rest, the ocean sounds, 
And star and system rolling past, 
My soul shall draw from out the vast 
And strike your being into bounds. 

From belt to belt of shifting crimson seas 
A hundred leagues of mortals bellow `Peace.’ 
What freedom find I in the highest place, 
But mine own precious phantom dying hymn? 
And through the depths of you I long to swim 
And find the image of a human face.

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