The sea’s heaving breast
The spread compass shadow
Passing beneath the statue’s legs
Belief is beggared
The Colossus shocks with breadth
Rocks heavy with wrecks beg caress
The foot-swept deck wet
Sleek and hope-pregnant yet
The swan sweep of that vessel, going west
All the whizzbang barracuda-toothed cogs
Marking this machinous, rustbleak century
Like dog-eared pages marking chapters
Alchemisland 
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