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Can be only the Abyss

raging whitened stalled

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

depth to he wingspan

like a hull of a vessel

rocked from side to side