I like this poem best so far.
The phrase "seething blackness" is a good description of the ocean, and L10 is very beautiful.
I'm OK with 'fingers' and 'singers' not exactly rhyming due to the difficulty and mastery of everything else in the poem. In particular, the enjambment is amazing, and the run-on feel of the sentences really sets you up for the ocean at the end.
Do we get to guess who wrote these at some point in time? If not, I need to keep score on my own.
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