It but incurs
A lustre in a flood
After many not dislodged

And at each subsidence
Half arises
Half holds to cloudy water
Nature of its anchor kept occult

We keep a current
Flowing from a sluice
Cloud it with corrsives
Hoping to appropriate
What holds its own so well
What tips an ever wider wake

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Writer(s): JOHN GREAVES, PETER BLEGVAD