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The air is turbulent

On this very day

Through wind and cloud

And cosmic storms

Swimming, 

Knife sharp through

Aquatic sky,

Unattended.

It bothers

Stagnant lakes

Caked with algae

But layers of frozen

Fleece

Remain untouched

Coasting, 

Ghosting

Upon a layer 

Of sea

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[...]

this, to me, is the sense
of struggle
that has to be
faced

[Alessander]

This is a very imagistic poem, almost like a haiku. That being said, I may tinker with it just a bit:

The sky is turbulent
On this very day
Through air and cloud
And cosmic storms
Swimming,
Knife sharp through
Aquatic sky,
Unattended.
It bothers
Stagnant lakes
Caked with algae
But layers of frozen
Fleece,
Remain untouched
Coasting,
Ghosting
Upon a layer
Of Sky
Of sea

Not much of a change. Keep the original format of centering it, for some reason when we paste into the review section it doesn't center it.

Anyhow, I enjoyed this piece. A very modern context to an ancient methodology. I still hate flying lol