Closely the albatross lips nested plight.
Its billowers fingerpaint dust as seeds
Scattered on by fastened formations’ fight
With brightened embarkers to racing deeds.
Become by the cauldron glow of reason
Bedmates fill the needs of molten labor
By polling attraction’s wild sky destine;
Escape crowns freedom for its valiant tour.
Breached sullenly empty in voiceless drift,
Dyads await dart’s ripple into life
From cold nurtured castaways. Ends will shift
sands to print breakers as approaching strife,
Threats to breaths settling witness and prey,
Who are bound in course by the trades of day.