We sing colossal organ tones
Across chorales of hearing.
Short-waves echo through the indigo.
Low frequencies are wailed afar.
And in the mid-range are the sounds
Of knowing and renown
Every Whale delights in.
Behold. Our inner vision
Clarifies the stars.
We follow them by nights alone
To archipelagoes.
These stars - which hold a steady sway
Between seasons of the waters
And seasons of the cold
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