Sunday, 17 January 2010

OCEAN CENSOR.

The land mass cracked
As ripples unwrapped
From abroad.
Demands stacked up
When shipments impacted
Our shores.

The splits considered
A tether to hold them
As one,
But fitness withered
And lesser men flowed
To the front.

A faction splintered;
Its fragment lingered
Then fell.
Their track was wintered,
And lagging hindered
Travel.

And though rose the trail
The ridden detected
A haven
Where nobody veiled
The hidden effects of
Its wavelengths.

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