it sinks over and over into the grey seas
the story has been told and told again
out of the north comes a chilling breeze
the vessel moves indifferent to the pleas
of those who can no longer take the strain
it sinks over and over into the grey seas
majestic huge seeming to move at ease
even the almost-blind can see it plain
out of the north comes a chilling breeze
the sudden intersection like disease
of wood and metal as if they felt pain
it sinks over and over into the grey seas
the thing that's unexpected no one sees
until too late the thought is one of gain
out of the north comes a chilling breeze
and now they live or drown or freeze
nothing is left the hopeful to sustain
it sinks over and over into the grey seas
out of the north comes a chilling breeze
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
20 October 2006
who hears the music now?
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