WINGS
Upon fanned wing
Twisting to the tilt of the breeze
Flying in the face of adversity
Yet still integrated
To mere earthlings
Rich pickings from oceans deep
Swept over turbulent gorges
Where ships do not find favour
And plummet to bottomless holes
Sea and sky meet in blue conclusion
Ripping the current of hidden wells
And tides mount angrily
Snatching faces from the shores
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