Abruptly the sea debates with waves of delight,
What conquers ablution of this abysmal tree of water?
My abbey is the very original glee I partake,
Many gods have faces that linger and mingle in the sea.
This sea hastens fallaciously, worming cliffs and rocks,
The fallible ocean considers its feed, after too much light.
The sun has stars in front, but the sea escapes the dark
Of the darkness that is wet, falsity is our falcon of life.
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