Hearts around black lazy designs shortly lose.
Apprehension of lonely world forces all to choose.
Sour feet upon ghastly little globs that ooze.
Convection skies, hot and meaty, so choose.
Upwards in a powerful sweep of white down goose.
Then hellward foam, because you choose.
Bright drops so feathery in their downward ruse,
Slowly morph splashes that softly choose.
Let water be me, as I am it; a Naiad muse.
My ancients from across that water no longer choose.
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