Ocean and sky are one. The faint horizon line eludes our glance. The heavens ripple, Water drifts with cloud. Nature upside down is nature still, And fair.

The world of man turned upside down Has no such beauty. We who launch terror through the sky And gender clouds of atoms on the earth Destroy the peace of nature, And ourselves.

Folly and truth are one. Our blurred horizon feeds the illusion. How shall we navigate these phantom

waves When in the clouds of pride we sail upon No harbor waits?

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