Can be only the abyss

raging whitened stalled

beneath the desperately

sloping incline of its

own wing through an

advance falling back

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 withing the

shadow buried

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alternative sail almost matching its

yawning depth to the wingspan like a

hull of a vessel rocked from side to side