Usually drifting wayward ,
Without direction ,
Just flowing in with tides ,
Stillness is eluding , in low or high currents ,
And may sometimes crop out forth that force ,
That pulls /exert its power ,
To drew toward its center ,
Caught in its mesh ,
Get continuously pulled toward that point ,
Where many more competing to reach there ,
It goes on , no repreive ,
Till its burning embers ,
Also lays to rest ,
After its instincts turn milder ,
And enough reprisal percolates ,
Soothing slumber for now ,
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