Rusty bubbles,
Contaminated canal
Surge unclear, no comprehension of the flow,
The call for a present current goes unanswered
Explanation carried downstream without defined terms,
As more & more debris creates a haze
Conveyed indirectly,
Water convoy takes away and only gives to those with a quick grasp
From the cold and into the blind,
Left to wonder what exactly is underneath and gone
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