The men cower over their oars
They need not look up
The tower of tumbling water and foam
About to crash over their wooden longboat
Is already etched in their memories
Some hold in their hearts
Images of family and friends
Some panic
Some think of me
I look on calmly
It has already happened a thousand times
They will likely get wet but survive
To me it passes in the blink of an eyelid
A butterfly's wing tickling my side
I am Mount Fuji
And I have spoken
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