When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters True sailing is dead
Awkward instant And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up Poise Delicate Pause Consent
In mute nostril agony Carefully refined And sealed over
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters True sailing is dead
Awkward instant And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up Poise Delicate Pause Consent
In mute nostril agony Carefully refined And sealed over