Steering southwards Tsalal we flee Into shady Towards the polar sea Falling prey to the grotesque Falling prey to absurdity Blurring layers of gray We scend through scales of white Monochrome perpetuity We scend through time and tide Of truth we cant catch sight A tale too dark to light Of blackness, of intensity, of obscurity and glare, of gloominess and brilliancy, ob somberness and gleam, of murkiness and luminance, of ashes soil the snow Silver blood pours from wounded skies Drowning our anxiety Black man, white beast in dismay cries Phantasmagoric me Vaporise in sheer reality In blackness, in intensity, in obscurity and glare, in gloominess, in brilliancy in somberness and gleam, in murkiness and luminance, in ashes soil the snow I hear thee chant my name Faint voice distant and dim I prithee, please enfold me Colossus pale and grim I reach you from Nantucket Im Arthur Gordon Pym! Im Arthur Gordon Pym!
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