The Sea Rolls and Rules
The Sea Rolls and Rules
Ragged, slategrey skies
Gulls brave the battery of winds
Mariners pensive in storm-tossed ships
Cut through the waves with billowed sails.
In the sanctity of the ocean's deep
The most ancient things of this world do sleep;
In the crushing cold of the muddy seafloor
Lie eternity's treasures, to rise nevermore.
Far above, life goes on in the swell of the tide,
The Mother of All tosses her children about
Sings them to sleep on her bosom wide
As they swim or shudder, gambol, shout.
The rhythm of life beneath the waves
Flows on and on in this womb and grave;
This whole beauteous Earth sprang from stormy seas;
From the deep dark below,
All her children flee.
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