You slide fluently through cool, coastal waters,
A balletic grace with unparalleled force
That silently slips between the spheres
As a distant rumble announces time.
Reaching into your deepest recesses
You absentmindedly cast-off towards the north,
Upwelling shadows beckoning you to feed.
The hairy fringes of your mouth begin to bristle
As you approach your ancient hunting grounds;
You barely notice the change in current,
Effortlessly shifting your bulk to move into
Cooler waters that you must have misplaced;
Forgotten statues in your memory palace.
Surfing climatological resource waves
You close in on the certainty of your meal,
Lips parted in a silent snarl of ravenous intent
As you arrogantly lunge towards a sated certainty.
But there
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