[symetrik]

You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.

a crow aboard Icarus, in rondeau redoublé

the crow Bijou ceased to beseech,
a timorous speech, seeking the half-truths
beneath a black mass of kraken-ish teeth,
seized Icarus, a tragedy past-due.

a shattering splash crashed brackish and blue,
and there breached, thrashing, a dragon-ish beast,
fastened to feet and beak seemingly glued,
the crow Bijou ceased to beseech.

unseen from under the shadowy deeps,
a flutter, a crunch, then suddenly food.
the wail of boatswain pales then peaks,
a timorous speech, seeking the half-truths

frantically grabbing at vanishing shoes,
mannequins lacking their muscle and meat,
of battling past a panicking crew,
beneath a black mass of kraken-ish teeth,

then quietly breathe. leviathan squeeze
hope, flickering scene to collapse to.
choking on mast-wood, and splintering beams
seized Icarus, a tragedy past-due.

a wave's brine lines this lagan-ish tomb,
where graves lie rotten but peaceful at sea,
softened and mauled, flotsam up through the gloom,
sodden and trawled as a cautioned debris,
a ghoulish cue that we never lose view
of the trees that grew like beacons on beach...

the crow Bijou ceased to beseech.