What pitch of entropy, what glassy trumpet call
The roar and rolling of a mindless sea
Drowning men of words and beasts of calm
No constant but constant mercury
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Shatter there upon the rocks and rise again
To resound, a death knell for death’s rest
That peace which might have been our lot
Between cauldron’s boil and thorny crest
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What fury roused and left unanswered!
What ardor, fear, and stark unknowing
Whether against the swell or drifting apart
She cradles – ever sinking, ever floating
Serial Outlet 
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Fierce, ringing, prophetic. Well done!
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