As straw goes serenely floating by - grasp for it
This may slow a foreboding and precipitous descent
Into treacherous waters that do not relent
With tumult and beguiling events swirling round n round
Your feet may settle safely to bottom ground
Finding not waters strewn with shards of broken glass
But pleasant eddies of constant compass
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