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Guardians of Blackness on Sea
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Expanse of fused sea to sky swallows boats afloat
Global brine from foreign veins flows
Mingled world laps
Salty splashes in the tide
Ancient stone and sand reach and grasp
Steadfast sinews, tendons stretch
Then to now they clutch
Into - the heart - the Lobster Pot - pulse the tired and spent
Mirth and foam fill the chambers
Til pumped away, transfused anew
Those who stay, who keep this life to soothe, restore, relieve
Keep watch and nurse this ward
These guardians of Blackness on Sea