Blind  of the odd sea
beneath its skin there are
roses of all colours,
boundaries of all motions, but
dreams of all deductions.

Child  of the odd sea
the curse of blood
induced into  its petal lips.

Ordinary of the odd sea,
with hardship to survive around
people, who is not snow,or rain,
or autumn leaves, but ready to
experience the mix of the Biggest Things.

Fighter of the odd sea
with fear in her veins and an
arc embellished with roses
with dreams  that never sleep.

Inmortal of the odd sea
invitingly  breathing poison
from the drowning lungs in the
melted steel
as waking up with the set of
bodies aching over the hills.