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I see
Earth in The form’s eye –
Our clouds now thrown into contorted swirls.
Through the other
Leviathan’s formless dwelling.
I’m inconclusive
As to which conveys chaos more effectively at this point.
Maybe the sea –
Angry at nothing in particular
Would be more suited to order.
You used to have that directed light in your eye.
Now it’s under the froth of a moonless sea.
At least yours wasn’t set adrift through surrender.
Defeat is preferable to capitulation.
Even though this sensation pleads otherwise.
The Lambent 