Spencer

By Herman Melville
 About the Shark, phlegmatical one, Pale sot of the Maldive sea, The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim, How alert in attendance be. From his saw-pit of mouth, from his charnel of maw They have nothing of harm to dread, But liquidly glide on his ghastly flank Or before his Gorgonian head; Or lurk in the port of serrated teeth In white triple tiers of glittering gates, And there find a haven when peril’s abroad, An asylum in jaws of the Fates! They are friends; and friendly they guide him to prey, Yet never partake of the treat— Eyes and brains to the dotard lethargic and dull, Pale ravener of horrible meat.


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We have so much time to live. Or Do we? We spend our time playing games, Pretending to be what we are not. But that brings up the question: Who are we ?

Who are we if we are only able to pretend
To be or not to be What we want? We know we have no control over the flow of time. No control over age or life or death. It seems as though Our lives are spiraling out of control. But maybe <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 12pt;">It is us. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 12pt;">Maybe we are falling- <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 12pt;"><range type="comment" id="952771">Falling into a pit where there seems to be no way out.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 12pt;">THE STORM

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Over dark waters, the sky fills with clouds <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"><range type="comment" id="107641">Like the giant masts with sails of stone gray. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The gentle breeze picks up and becomes a gust, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Making the glassy water rise and beat against the hull <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Of a ship that has fought for decades against the raging sea. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">But this ship will soon fall prey to the wrath of the storm.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The waves become more violent, rising and falling under the control of the storm. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The sky now becomes a <range type="comment" id="900959">whirling mass of clouds <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Extending as far as the eye can see <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Becoming darker and more gray <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">As the ship’s ancient hull <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Is rocked by the heavy gust.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The boat is <range type="comment" id="952042">blasted by a mist from the sea <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">A mist as fine as dust <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">That covers the captain’s beard of gray <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">As he heads into the depths of the storm. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The crew knows he sees the clouds, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And they busy themselves around the hull.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The wind coming off of the sea <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Is no longer a gust; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">It has changed into an assault of wind and clouds of gray <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Building into more than a storm. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Now it looks like the clouds <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Are tossed about along with the ship’s hull.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The creaking hull <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">After years of battles with the sea <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The ship is finally going to give. The ship is thrown to the clouds; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The mast is broken off in a violent gust; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">This is the last storm. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">This is the last storm of the captain, bearded and gray.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The next day, the storm is gone. The sea of gray <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Has assaulted the now shattered hull; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The crew and ship have lost to the storm. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">The violent nature of the sea <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Has gone away. There now is a gentle gust; <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">But there are no clouds.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">There will be another gray sea, <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">With gusts against the hull <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">And large storm clouds.