the dark sea
can of the sane
a madman make;
rippled ink,
painted by the moon
tearing at its calm flesh
forced this way and that,
its depths desire peace
yet no reward or respite
is forthcoming.
the dark sea
can of the sane
a madman make;
rippled ink,
painted by the moon
tearing at its calm flesh
forced this way and that,
its depths desire peace
yet no reward or respite
is forthcoming.
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