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Down the rabbit hole with Namaskar.

"Riddle 2 from the Exeter Book

I move at times beyond mortal ken:
under the eddies’ shock earthward I delve
Barbwielder's bath; Abyss regurges
spindrift and spray, spume-beweltered;
whalemere howling, harshly growling;
staiths streambeaten, strom wallowing
on steep skerries —stones and shingle,
wrack and jetsam— wrestling, I,
floodpower-enfolded, founder dredging
wide wavebedrock. Waterhelm cannot
be loosed till leave from the leader who pilots
my sea-soundings. Say, thoughtful man,
who breaks me from embrace of briny fathoms
when heaving surges hush to stillness;
the wake becalmed that covered me once?"

--Rahul Gupta on Academia.edu

Mirkwood.

"the fish doorbell"

squiring the fish doorbell
i'm turned away haywire
just bubbles & ebon
shadow figures gadding

no button-girt portal
crowned the ebbing webpage
nine hundreds a gander
online fondly seeking

Reading by the seashore.