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Old Eskimos

You fantasise about leaving
All that is familiar,

Letting go the corporeal,
Which in reality is a calling

Heard by the other-worldly
Who travel holy space,

Or felt by the unredeemed
Driven into oblivion,

Or sensed by the old Eskimos
Who walked into whiteness

And died, you imagine, dreaming
Of the day they were born.