In the Midst of Moby Dick

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Blake and I can somehow relate

As if we’re bound to the same condemned fate.

Stuck in some ominous quicksand,

We’re forced to face our bizarre adventures alone.


Sweat was soaking and saturating in our palms

It was undefeatable to remain calm.

Beads of sweat walking down our backs,

Blake was on a perilous, hazardous mission


To make his family once again whole.

Against a scorching, blazing, fire- spirited soul

And I am on a ride going solo

In single foot kitty pool.