Wildness in the orca world (sent to Seaworld Orlando)

The ocean is alive

and has great vastness

an immensity and a magnitude

beyond

anybodys thought patterns

its a muchness to admire

abundant

It is not a concrete pond

 

all of this is adding to the energy

felt by every living creature here

each one is connected

each one plays its part

this is not  a Sea World tank

do you hear?

 

a soup of reproductive matter

explodes just everywhere

a myriad of life forms

all infact aware

food with all its life force

sprouting from the core

this is sheer perfection

and supremacy for sure

 

 

and of course theres order

explicit harmony

systems working overtime

wildness and the free

orderly  creations

and regularity

 

are what is the undersea

the endlessness

we feel

shared by an assemblage

of creatures that are real

 

back up to the surface

a mirror of the sky

a big fin cuts the surface

and a rainbows spray

close by

 

the Orcas are designing

a matrix of their own

every characteristic

every single tone

 

every intonation

peculiar as they

work out their own dialect

and use it come what may

 

eternity is central

to perpetuity

unfathomable conclusions

limitless they be

 

a neverness is closer

its seasonal consequence

a life long understanding

and a constant permanence

 

the suddenness of capture

the precariousness of it all

the change thats so apparent

that does break every rule

 

the happening the stirring

the eventuality

the impending crisis

and their destiny

 

 

a tank inside an amusement park

a plastic world of sin

passive dead and languid

displaced and in a spin

 

ectopic and abnormal

an absence of the live

deprived of a true life force

can they still survive

 

without the depths to conquer

the perspective of the whole

the subterranean underground

where many a living soul

 

hunts there in the darkness

far away from solar light

in the yawning shadows

where day is always night

 

imagine losing all of this

and having then to be

in a bloody soup bowl

far now from the sea

 

out on terra firma

no current to  control

supported by the ignorant

who apparently extol

 

their own particular genius

and omit to realize

the cultural solution

behind each Orca’s eyes

 

 

the artificial containment

the confines ever small

the ambient environment

what is a coloured wall

 

a circumvallation

and enclave they must share

limited by actual depth

and not particularly  fair

 

comparing wildness in the ocean

to capture in some tank

one is pure stagnation

its lack of life is rank

 

the other all thats been described

a leap into the blue

boundless animation

spirited and true

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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