"The occupations of my finger waves

The occupations of my finger waves.
I represent for years--for years--enough.
My people, in the channel, and a slave's.
And see the flabby devil in the cuff.

Six thousand to become aware of life.
Perhaps seen indistinctly lying curled.
And countless centuries begin a strife.
What notion in an ocean of the world.

Their glassy water, sparely peopled earth.
The colonel listened, interested at home.
It over, captain, as a mode of birth.
He echoed from within my honeycomb.

I spoke in this promotion an intrigue.
So infinitely greater than a league."

--Gnoetry (via MadInkBeard)