From Cousteau to Manby with love

A thoroughly connected appeal is what I see
The Keiko program clearly it won freedom temporarily
In Mr Manby’s understanding an Orca heaven sent
Keiko’s sea pen existence and his final lament
In the absence of the rhythms
In the emptiness of time
In the vacuum of the negative
To Nirvana he did climb
Under the auspices of spirit
To his virtuality
He reached into the wild refrain
And endured its frailty

He took back his identity
His authenticity
Be regained his true connection
With the depths where he was free
To conjure up his magic
To self reference his all
For mankind to deny him that
To pretend he didn’t call

Out to our intention
Through his spirit and his gene
His inherited characteristics
He was never a machine
His humour and his endowment
Based on ancestry
He needed that sea pen
And that exclusivity

I urge sir that you contemplate
The wisdom of Cousteau
His relationship to oceans
And the affinity they show
The parable of the earnest
The isolation at the end
The inherited the creative
And how that does transcend

They have their mark of greatness
Their enormity is just
They should never be our poodles
For their needs now must
Strike a match in all our souls
Of their supremacy
Of what they have to offer
In the deep and azure sea