pummeling port

When pummeling port with starboard collides,

Though each ner own sides lie,

Is when The Core you will find

The answer, 

The manifesto of us all--

Not afar in an unnamed moor

Art, in fact, in your world

Lost leagues near your wayfarer stride,

In secret slumber by your one eye.

But you know this not, nor do i

'Till last ore exhaust

And the seven seas dry,

When reality cease

And to the heavens You cry

"i knows of the sublime, its slumber soaks the soil beneath my feet,

i says,

i KNOWS of the erosion beneath,

UNEARTH it

UNEARTH it"

Hark!

Your words, cut in half

on the fathom your splintered laugh,

"NAY, IF THE CORE RECTIFY

My EYES sew GOSSAMER, a LIE"

"And I'd rather forever die, 

then stretch the cosmos blind."