In restless sleep,
Of grey fluid streams
With no life to upkeep.
Cold empty water--
It neither crashes or flows,
In an endless shudder
As I sink farther below.
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In the same dark pitch ocean where the Kraken lies asleep, swims Moby Dick, the great white whale, harvesting lives within the deep. "As unchanging as the sea," she sings, as the Phantom listens below, and an incessant tremor ripples, unforgivingly, about my soul.
You get inspired at night :) Great poem! Wonderful piece of prose too. I haven't read Moby Dick in ages. Interesting subject to write about.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem! :)
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