Claimsworth

an ocean watched is a kettle sleeping, the wales will not come out to play

the water is blue to mesmerize you, but no ticket did buy you the display

ours are the walkings along views of surprise, and sometimes the gift is monotony

for whether silence or maelstrom erupts in the path, no maiden may choose her cacophony

you can send forth your peacock, like Noah of old, but it won’t mean an answer of claimsworth

for no body runs what happens down here, A Spirit whalishly larger tames this earth.