A storm goes crazy with knowledge
But sea’s fish would be late sleepers
Below a churning of sea knowledge.
For fish ,knowledge is stormy death.
Fishermen boats would have no fish
But only fear of storm in boat’s belly.
Here is man walking from antiquity,
And the sea shuffles its waves along.
He hears fall sounds of sea’s waves
In an eternity of breaking on shore.
His feet shuffle on the sand of time
Leaving their unrecognizable prints.