THE WHALE AND THE SQUID

I

STILL BLUE THE GIVEN HOPE.

THE DARK BLUE OF A DIPPEST SEA.

ON THE SPARKING LIGHTS OF WHIRLY BUBBLERS,

WITH BELLIES AND LONGLY LEGS.

SHINE THAT SPEAK, THE WINK OF YOUR EYE,

RECALLING YOUR SPIRIT WITH WINGS,

DRLLING DIMENSIONS OF TIME.

THE WORLD'S SOURCE REINASSANCE OF,

FROM THE SPACE TO THE ABYSSAL EVENNESS.

THE LAST INMERSSION OF THE THOUGHT.

HOLDING THE BREATH, 
SOFTLY SWIM…THE ETERNAL CLASH.

THE BLUE WHALE FROM THE HITS OF THE MIND,

THE HURTING TENTACLES OF YOUR LOVE.

WHOSE YOUR FOOTSTEPS ARE?.

KEENNESS, STRAIGHT, DEEP AND SANE.

ON A SILENT RUG OF SNOW, OR ON THE WHITELY CREST,

THAT GARNISH YOUR WAVES.

ROLL IN A WARMLY SAND.

WRAPED BY YOUR UNDERTOW…A BITTEN FIN.

CIVE ME BACK THE ABYSSAL OF MY LIFE.

I SHALL FACE YOUR FACE, THE FIGHT, THE TRITE.

THE STRENGHT OF YOUR EYES,

THE EMBRANCE OF YOUR FANGS.

WHO DO YOU WANT TO WIN?

THE WHALE…OR THE SQUID?