When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters.

True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up.

Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent.

In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over.

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