A frost filled wind,
cool to thy touch,
the amplitude peaks,
burning of seivert fire crepitates.
Just out of sight,
the whales baleen seeks,
a school of krill,
tandemly both struggles is bleek.
Locked in open ocean,
the krill, the whale, and whaler,
unbalanced, life's inceneration,
the plankton starves in radiated aqua.
The presiding extinction,
collapse of life has begun,
as thy maker weeps,
emptiness presides in an Ocean Devoid.
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