Days of the flood,
suffused to bursting capacity.
Saturated in precious hours,
the tide rises to consume.
Flotsam in the vastness,
drifting anonymously along.
Worsening for wear,
the trident aches unsated.
Ready the buoys;
cry the crescendo of the sea.
Weather the rough;
the levee's exultant cries.
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