Ocean Glass
Gliding over ocean glass.
As natural as the waves themselves.
The search-profitless.
Alas, the white-haired captain serves chum to the open water.
All take their place
And set to picking and gobbling.
A hero to the feathered bodies,
The captain sails away,
Shattering the ocean glass with his wake.
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