Awash in the sea-world
Sailing jetsam of craft,
With distorted trail,
Silent guide to recent past.
Ploughing in desert wet
Flotsam for floating forged,
Gold laden leaves silver,
Flattering tongue sighs.
Laying on prairie of waves,
Formed debris of growth,
No chasing tail:
Silent companion asleep.
Embarked from world's edge
Shaped wreckage of flow,
Renunion of division,
Companions in separation. Ω
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