Overwhelming waves greedily engulf till my throat
As I swim convulsively on a river overflowing with
Chunks of wood; shreds of petals deaf with neglect
As they flow in this indefinite coffer - - (derelict) !
On seeing them I carried on with a twirl and - - - a flip,
Till my limbs went troubled with pain and- - - fatigue,
Knowing well the curly current in its obstinacy- -
No longer did I dare to turn my head back against it.
Though ‘twas tempting, so captivating to hear
The Sirens sing their songs. I carried on, I carried on...
And plunged my dorsals forward while pondering
For ease, I was driven to perpetually wonder,
"Tell me Master, if you were pleased
Or did I assume the form of your beasts."
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