Power
Its just me,
here in front of the sea.
Yet what do you expect of me-
This monumental powerful sea!
What do you expect of little ol'me?
Dominant viscosity,
Frail frame of curiosity.
To see the fire,
Is to drown in full attire.
Little ol'me-
Grand sea.
Wonders to meet
Fine in company.
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