In the symphony of rotor chimes
where whispers of the engine sing
the harbor becomes the clandestine sanctuary
of forgotten paradigms and resonances.
The metallic sirens echo grief
across the liquid mirror's face
distorting reflections of yesteryears.
What do you hear when engines wane?
Navigate through
corridors of tidal remorse
where abalone dreams are submerged
in engine oil and echoic whispers.
Find solace in turbulence,
a relic of fleeting serenity,
cast adrift upon wave's embrace.
Reverberations captured in silhouetted shadow,
buoyed by unseen currents.
The salvaged chorus of dusk descends,
knitting twilight's hymn into the abyss.
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