The first two links should be viewed before going any further down the page, so you know what the hell Esme is going on about.

Explore the shore in the first link. The second link allows you to click forwards and walk around the edge of the island, it is fabulous. 

The Giant’s Causeway, County Antrim, Ireland

 The Giant’s Causeway, Staffa, Scotland 

Those two places are of the same formation and joined as one, albeit under the ocean. 

Blissful Basalt Encounters of the Natural Oblivion Kind

Turn —

— Look back across sixty millennia, a planet raw …

For we who endure are still one on this shore

Desperate lava distends, bends, strains skywards,
grasping at distant elusive clouds …
bested, resigned, it collapses back into boiling,
filthy, molten red rivers of volatile rock;
the ribbon dance of a bellicose Mamma Magma,
hypnotic in her basaltic chambers as she vents
glorious menacing arcs — gymnastic pyroclastics.
Faults? Poker-faced is she — any to be found are
fractured war zones, multiple hidden depths.
Cretaceous granite exhumation exhales, and
Earth breathes life into dead fissures.

For we who endure are still one on this shore

The future calls —

Aeons roll, ballistic tholeiitic basalt beaten
via endless abrasive adventures which slide by
with crooked smiles cooling their heels;
bitter degrees herald the icy imperious,
yet slothful march of careless sulking glaciers.
In essence, time should now parade
Battered, bruised strata, serve up
unidentifiable ablated wrecks,
One and all lost; obliterated remnants,
scattered debris cast to the four winds,
the five oceans; weathered to oblivion.

For we who endure are still one on this shore

But when those roiling sinful seas abate —

A landscape of pure, precise, perfect
geometry presents its glorious self.
Hex upon hexagon, spellbound steps
piled high by the primeval; obstinate,
unwavering time reveals a giant’s
entrenched, entreating ancient footfalls.
Petrified yes, howbeit faultlessly fearless.
The Way, The Cause — a hungering, innate,
elemental hope, desire and belief.
In response, the roaring applause of the sea —
every breaking wave a stepped, swept, standing ovation.

For we who endure are still one on this shore

A gull calls;
Algae walls;
A shard falls …

Found —

Ground smooth with skilled, patient labour,
bore adamantine drilled, to be chained;
not shackled, but most deftly bound
around pale throat, fluttering trace of jugular;
it is well and truly double hung,
flat upon breastbone, this heart’s hearth stone
sits warm, buttery, pliable, yet still basalt.
It has stamped welcome possession upon the
soft skin of an island, the erratic beating heart within.

Witness —

A slow beat of tectonic appreciation;
A natural oblivion find;
A beloved crime.

This is all mine …

… all mined.

For we who endure are still one on this shore