for the Titanic dead, legged or fluked
Dreamed 2015/8/4 by Wayan
Professor Ahab's elegant in French,
but saltier in Yank: "I long to spur
transcendence in these scurvy curs!"
Aye, in tests his pupils unimpress--
beached, yelping seal-pups. And yet
O the fieldtrips! Once his students leap
How do Ahab's flock pierce olive murk?
I can only spot clear ice-halls athrust
Well above waterline, letting me deduce
Gibraltar mass beneath the muddy jade.
I'm seablind, but a fair ice-wrangler. Too
But O to have these pupils' skill
The Transcendentalist Dour and I
"You strive to rack your pupils till
"They need no high eye. Sonar below!
"of Ahab's need? Remember the fall
Ahab looked at me. I woke
NOTES IN THE MORNING
Tip-tug the monster block!
Hard brontosaurus waltz.
I do it, full of faults:
Lack that sonar knack.
But dive in, wriggle, seek!
Do your best to wrangle.
For even awkward angle
Beats Titanic wreck.
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