"Through a glass darkly",
(referencing St. Paul),
and the glass was darker
than I imagined really.
In long voyages, through portholes,
I thought of the glass again,
and wondered how the sea,
the greyish sea, would look.
I bet stormy!
The gloomy glass
would go overboard on stormy,
and make us all afraid.
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