Washed up
He be
On a dead seas
Beach
Flung far
From his
Moorings
From his
ship
Like flotsam
And jetsam
Violently tossed
Left for dead
Feared to be
Lost
but no
Marooned
Stranded
High and dry
A living raft
Too which
he clings
Fearful
of the wind
And the sand
Below
A sand
Not touched
By sea
Since millennia
Ago.
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