You sway around my mind
Floating across the eyes-
Like ice cubes melting across the Tyne
Freeing the ships of fools to time
And in the end - wont cries
Of missed dreams; lucid and sublime.
For the seas of fire shall melt
Thy bounty and fortunes svelte.
Aforesaid ships hold neither evil prime
Nor bring common goodness pelts.
The raging captain is more a mime.
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