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Drift nets drag the waters
In their wake, only empty shells and
Skeletons of sailors
That used to brave these white-capped waves
Reefs of serenity are scarcer these days
Arthropods feast on what little remains
Ceaseless currents crash in all directions
The cephalopods claim my scattered wits for their collections
Insidious beasts dredge up bones from the depths
Oceans don’t belong in heads
No sleep until the sea is dead
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