Whale Dreams

don’t send me dreams
like butterfly wings
fleeting, floating gossamer,
ephemeral things
beach them instead
embattled old behemoths
beaten and bloodied
by Neptune’s trident
survivors of storm
and torrent’s rage
each gouge and scar
etched deep into their flesh
a testament to their
resilience.

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