Mole
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Poseidon
Setting sail on the sea of poetry I don't know where it will take me. There may be rough seas ahead Or I might find a sunny little cove. But whatever, I am sailing in the bosom of the deep blue sea. It is beyond my understanding, Doesn't respond to my pleas or entreaties, Like a God, it is sui generis, impossible not to worship. And whatever I worship, I become. I become the pitiless storm tearing ships apart. I carry the British around the bottom of the Earth On the Westerly Trade Winds, racing over the rollers, all the way to Hobart Town. And then I hold in my hands Australia Felix Girt by sea. Riding the waves on my surfboard I become Poseidon, God of the Sea. - Mole. |
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