Wrote Melville, not intending
To be prophetic. Byatt
Quoted him, meaning to be
Probably more ominous,
Given her tale concluded
With sempiternal nurdles.
Can we make ourselves fiercer?
Can we rescue our weather?
Across the lake, late sun glows.
Everything’s a wave, every
Wave requires both crest and lull,
However fierce, however
Small, but, summed, it’s all so much.
Ocean overruns the globe.
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