Seismically clear
We are infringed in our atmosphere
To peer
Through the lofty seer
To override
And not disguise
The tear
In the energy wall of fear.
Let’s get a grip, dear,
For our fear
Displaces the atmosphere
To hear
The calamity draw near
With fear
From our atmosphere.
Clear the fear;
It is a tidal bore
Know no more.
It is going to snore
Rather than roar.
After all, it is a bore!