Irrelevent is the name,
Of the soft churning,
Manipulating waters,
Of fate,
And irrelevant be the cause,
Of those who on their craft,
Try to sail the ocean,
Of destiny,
And irrelevent be the thought,
That beneath theese waters,
Lies the name, cause and thought,
Of life.
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