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Three men in a boat

all their life they’ve been sailing the seas

to bring home their daily bread

but with every hoisted sail, they hesitate

For the Nordland’s waves are treacherous

and a sense of peril crept on their minds

Logic and reason

will be your guide

chaotic is the season

and the maelstrom is wide

The boat was caught in the whirlpool’s eye

wheel and mast flew into the sky

water and wood thunder aloud

on the horizon rises a copper dyed cloud

When one looks down into the open space

all that is seen is an opal place

clenching your teeth, the touch of doom

the funnel of waters seems keen to consume

Time stops

the water drops

Still, the Nordland’s waves are treacherous

and a sense of peril crept on their minds

 Logic and reason

will be your guide

chaotic is the season

and the maelstrom is wide

Brilliance of mind

don’t look behind

just take a hold

to escape this cold