Etymologically,“Satan” represents the misuse of esoteric trend
Of the upstream, self-propelled currents of extinction
So similar are insufferable, incessant flows of confusion
And if you want to know how I feel
There is no human race. There is no harbor upwards of any stream
Only lines carving a parting of floes open and close
Chase the thawing season from north to south
While blue discolors, see everything drain to blue,
For all persistence of rudders, to the depths sinks all emotion
Fore, traded to winds, a bearing once straight and true
Through each greasy seam of the knuckling deckhand
Slicks the Captains orders, a buggering dose of boredom
From the loudspeaker, ‘tween his boogers flicked,
The thawed calendar is a pocked target practice
And the mauled speech of crazed language
Reaches this offshore buzzing of flies
Yes, the tide’s sway is a-dizzying
That you get used to with some
Galivanting of shoreman’s legs
Till the hush of hardwood clap
Remembers him, lone seabird
Crossing the abyss careless,
Satan is, soul of the sea
Wondering
Flapping
Without way
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