Underwater Anarchy
There is a stag presence
Surrounding this station of gloom
Where a symptom of nothing
Can spread like wildflowers
Until the planting
Of the poisonous beauty
All is conquered
Aside, are the beasts
Thriving to capture
The whole of all exhisting
Traditionally sufficient
A forced grin has been known
To win any war
The Pacific waters
Are governed by Sharks and allies
The true wisdom humble
A fresh water dweller
One of limited choices
Including long term survival
The freedom of self law
Exploring while daylight sleeps
Deserving recognition
Preferring incognito
Patiently awaiting
Another turn in their century
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By: Kara M. Crawford
Feb.28, 2000