Frogseye View

The Falgon Bluffs,
they fall in pride
as Goll goes off
in giddy stride.

And Finny drowns
when asked its pain.
It’s as if Goll
isn’t seen again.

The bottle breaks
from too much steam.
The time swims by,
so it would seem.

And Goll casts
the tiny string,
the line snaps–
Finny’s lost again.

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