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Dissertation — Ancient Routine
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It was late September, an ordinary day,An evening habit.
Stretching out over a bay,
Feeling like an abbot.
Above all the rest he sets out to his task,
Unaware of what a mask the sea was tonight wearing.
Without a thought he threw his cast,
The water explodes with a force impairing.
And with a frightened sob,
Reaching for anything to retract from his new role.
In a day not now, stained with an ancient job,
Slowly digging man kind a sweet inevitable hole.
Seconds passing quickly, replacing thought with action,
Air, breath, vital necessities replaced by the beasts own, water.
Not a thought, just a reaction,
Wonder of if this sea devil is mother nature's dark daughter.
An ancient stake unable to take what it has been asked,
The devils thrust, a brilliant jump, mastered over time.
in view was the beasts gained dark back and light belly, where sun had not basked,
and the attempt to place firm, feet in the grime.
The porpoise does again succeed,
Though proving life is never to be tamed.
Sometimes nature is quick to mislead,
Never once has it fully been claimed.
Over head a plane drones on,
An event that will repeat.
The sea devil now long gone,
and with nature, human race will learn not to cheat.
