The grey and blue drags,
tumbling round, struggling dragged below
try to sue for a better view--safer view; no avail,
a concrete pail, swallowed by a gale, falling fast now.
on the surface, thunder punishes throws,
down below fierce agony drown,
a turning screw,
silence deep, deeper go, yearn for show of light
the shore....
no shore, rest in deep,
slow, sinking fall, silent now.
tight rope tied paralyze
ne'er to see bright morning eyes.
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