The spate heaves forward
Consoling land it leaves behind
A spate a deluge
Heaving softness
To make a refuge
of the land

Likeness with likeness
A sorrowful spate
Likeness with sorrow
A spate full of like

All with the morrow
And all fore the noon
All with the sorrow
And helpless the goon

Listless a ship
In the spate to arrive
Holding as vessel
It’s hope up and bright
Narrow its mission
Broad its entails
Hope as its giver
Giving its trails
Hope as its giver
And love as its sails.

– Angelo Candalepas 16.10.12