if the dumb of the characteristics know the endless bottom
of the sea, drown into it and find peace
if numb of the body is gotten weak by the seaside swallow some wind
and weep, Its heaven above us that we forget hellish dreams
tweaking all the big deeds, I must calm by the seaside, there is no seashore
gotten horse running through it and calling itself a workhorse
I am with my principle of non-consideration for the end.