Can be only the Abyss raging whitened stalled beneath the desperately
sloping
incline
of its
own wing
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
almost
matching its
yawning
depth
to the wingspan like a
hull of a vessel rocked
from side to side