Pumps racing, joints flailing.
All the mechanics appear to be moving In the right direction.
But, alas no momentum is gained.
The struggle subsides momentarily, A pause to regroup for a Redoubled effort.
Now struggling again, pumps racing, joints flailing All pushing to the limits of their capacity.
All the mechanics of it seem to be moving In the right direction.
But, alas no momentum is gained As if held by some unseen law of physical pull.
And so it goes on in this way For some time
Struggle and pause.
Until it doesn’t anymore.
Sometimes the sea just wins.