Struggle
The ancient ship, almost winning its struggle against the sea
drowning as the roaring seas drag it down under.
Already taken by the waves
the blazing sun gives out a final glimmer.
Darkness encloses the wooden decks,
only to be brightened by a clap of thunder.
But still she struggles on,
day by day,
hour by hour,
foot by foot,
to the distant shore on the spinning horizon.
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