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 flight and veiling the gushers restraining the surges












                                                                                                                                                                 gather far withing 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