All you had and cannot see,
All they said you could be
Down you meet the wild tide's rising
At Mont Saint-Michel hell in no time,
Seagull lover, can you say: that's mine?
That whole You, having a shrine?
A place to your delusion, ramping wild,
Meet with the spirits of nature, or mine
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