Can be only
the Abyss
raging
whitened
stalled
beneath
the
desperately
sloping
incline
of its
own wing
through an advance falling
back from
ill
to take fight
and veiling
the gushers
restrainging 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