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stem the bleeding hem the seams that threaten to rip I'm pleading thinking maybe there's a reason for fleeting boat's filling up into the bay we're sinking better hold your breath this way is wetter than most it's dreaded on the coast Dredd wouldn't boast nor would he judge what's a lump of steel to the endless relentless barrage of the tide the ocean keeps time with the moon by her side he can scream and stomp UV won't be delivered more than fifty feet deep but look how they squirm and churn and make the moonlit surface burn it's a bubble watch it rise follow it even but if you surpass it you'll sink down to heaven never seen again by a sunstruck person or a nighttime creature hidden beneath a pleated fern engulfing a bleating urn whispering the words of a wretched despicable calf half dreaming of a life yet unlived half screaming from the nightmares that color the five o'clock hour with prettied hair and a trimmed stare that drives a stake or a knife a third of the way into your spine for the very first last and only time it's a matter of time before the Watchmaker doesn't like the wrinkles in these machines re-engineered to proceed empowered by the steam of external combustion that's the stench of self-determinism eye-for-an-eye and my eye sees better than all