a ship churned in belligerent waters,
tossing,
turning,
waves high above the bow and stern,
brown,
murky,
unable yet to return
to passages clearer,
onwards,
delinquently ploughed,
a hopeless dredgery
channeled within a channel;
no space to turn,
the ship,
set,
the only way forward, now,
to dig the hole
deeper yet.
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