Our first allision, in the offing
Nothing ever stuns the onlooker
Ripple out into meditative layers
We are a pair of choplogic ships
Blending in multiple narratives
I notice a splash of color, snapping
Your oceans' scenery is crystalline
With a high-tension passage
Rising tides grew like ivy
Issues are a grain of sand
Fluttering in the slight breeze
Are in my flaccid hand
Your tousled, bold-spry knees