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*Calling all, This is our last cry before eternal silence.* In the quiet spaces between waves the last vestiges of humanity sink, dots, bubbles bursting in sea foam fragile as mermaids' souls, dashes, innumerable shafts of sun on water Cascading to the sea floor. Cast the net of time wider The final chorus of lost comrades fervent tapping of fingertips Lingering in the swells. . . . - - - . . . . . . - - - . . .
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Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 1:13 PM UTC
Last Cry
*Calling all, This is our last cry before eternal silence.* In the quiet spaces between waves the last vestiges of humanity sink, dots, bubbles bursting in sea foam fragile as mermaids' souls, dashes, innumerable shafts of sun on water Cascading to the sea floor. Cast the net of time wider The final chorus of lost comrades fervent tapping of fingertips Lingering in the swells. . . . - - - . . . . . . - - - . . .
The italicized verse is the French Navy’s last message transmitted before discontinuing Morse code in French waters. The Morse code at the end of the poem is SOS.
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27/F/American
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 1:13 PM UTC
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