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Can be only the Abyss
raging whitened stalled
beneath the desperately
sloping incline of its own
sloping incline of its
own wing through an
advance falling back from
ill to take flight and veiling
the gushers restraining
the surges gathered far
within the shadow buried
deep by that alternative
sail almost matching
its yawning depth to
the wingspan like a hull
of a vessel
rocked from
side
to
side