In the greatest depths
there sits thee
calm beneath the turbulent sea.
The gulls they cry
"forsooth, for shame,
why do we play this silly game?
When the sun, its shines,
she is serene.
We glide along in our ocean dream;
but when the sisters do conspire
she howls
she sprays
and we fly higher.
Tumultuous moods,
turbulent tides,
to the calm depths we wish to retire."
For a game it is
and as it seems
allusions, mirages, far off dreams
dance with the waves
in a nautical show.
But are you affected down below?
no no.
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