Observing not
That they observe,
Forging regardless
Of fathom.
Legend often spoken,
It draws trawlers
From anchor. It owns
Not their tenors;
Their scrawling
Wakes wash too quickly. Only
Their nets seem
Impediments. Regal
It moves, impervious
To grimy
Faces peering from portholes.
Its lidless eyes
Take in, yet
Alter not
Their gaze.
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I mostly worked with the line breaks, as you can see, but I did change a few words as well. I look forward to your feedback.
Neo
Not sure I understand what this poem is about.
Dunciad
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