A drowsy poet's hideaway

Monday, July 19, 2010

Original Riddle: Lo Mein

                   Lo Mein © Joshua Emmanuel Isaacson

Like the depths of sea,
an extensive container of sorts.

Ever moving, never slowing.
Ever guessing, never knowing.

Realizing, clueless.
Free, enclosed.

It peers outside, never exposed.
Listening attentively, hidden from view.

Potentcy unmatched, fragile delicacy.
Desperately important, reletively unused.

Can you solve it?

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