Tide shunting,

A brunt force hunting

A willowy flower swaying in the wind

With no direction but eternity,

Passing, bending by a whim.

A whim not of its own, 

But a breeze from out of sight,

Sighing through an ocean

Beating at its might,

Beating at its powerful breast

And scorning at the moon,

Shining under cover of dark,

Twinklers winking in her milky light,

Scattered, directionless beacons,

Racing away from the heavens,

Into an infinite unknown,

Blown by the ocean's winds

At the mercy of soulless laughter

Echoing from the deep dawn sky,

Inter a resonating hall,

One among the many

In a maze made by one for null.