The Good Ship leans Against the maelstrom, Disillusioned, spent, Wracked with despair, groaning In darkness her death throes, Lamenting the ghosts Of her children adrift Upon the crested waves, Shuddering onto the shore, Smashing the sand into shards That fly above all, To glide in eternal stillness Alongside the winking Stars.
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Like it, Bob ... Leaves you with a totally clear feeling and vibe. Like Elvis song.
Wow. Just wow.