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See the mighty roiling ocean:
Twist of currents, roar of waves.
Above there lies the surface realm,
Shallow waters, with light suffused,
Whipped by wind and churned by rain,
Moved from beneath, from icy depths.
Changing, whirling, tossed about
By things below and things above,
Yet hiding that which lies beneath.
Below there lie the icy depths.
Vast and wide and dark as night,
Slow and serene its currents flow.
It roams the world with ageless turning,
Naught but land to block its path;
Carrying on its broad dark back
Those waters that serve as mask and shell.
Yet can you see what runs beneath
From the waves that crash above?
Divine the currents' own true path
Through what is wreaked by roguish winds?
And can you see in movements deep
The permutations of countless waves?
Foretell from ocean's quiet roots
The jagged peaks of storm-tossed seas?
Can you see, in sagest wisdom,
Where one begins, and the other ends?
Additionally, this is something I intended to contribute, but had forgotten about:
When entering a place, take neither the best seat nor the worst, but that seat which is most available to you.
Feedback on both or either is appreciated. :)
P.S. Belated Happy Aurora! ;)