Wind Gods; Stormily Active
Visual pleasuring
Of a more active
And not at rest, dead-looking
Definable sort.
One's lost soul fragments
A traumatized youth's
Sea's, land's wet and wild torments
From out them retrieved?
Or so drawn, for it, so grieved?
Nor that. Least not now!
Quite the opposite. O'er wow
Deities who cavort.
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