Above the ocean I see water and inside there is,
But gain a few legends as water can fizz,
The black of the sea and heat of reality,
And white of sky and reading of humanity.
In the heartliest loss I gave a form of ever,
Like the year of my life and sudden death.
It is the folly on the foe that drives us aright,
Onto the device of time as freed on high.
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