A poem
Betide me,
O titanous waves,
that subsume vessels
to watery graves
(we benthic slaves).
Beclothe me,
O swathing light,
a star-quantum bound
for earthen delight
(paradox in flight).
Befall me,
O radiant wind,
and topple the proud
mightly with
(your aeolian din).
Bewilder me,
O god of the sky,
as I gaze upon you
and wonder why
(with my elysian eye).
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