Indeterminacy of TransOcean...

There are no typos for the lucky.

O what strange & unfortunate notions
have fallow man cross the ocean.
Face the fates @ extra terra's trial then
head Watts to find and fend off...err...'men'.
To see the everything in nothing try the local potion.

Living less au naturale than an ant Arctic
with nary a boot on
they, well...us, found rye, field, & sprite
and th... ought not fight our
urge is 'Murk are campy sight!'

It looks like home for a reason.
Even to the point of similar seasons.
Animals ha^e here too.  'Oo, oo! 
What's that one?'  'Lets take us a closer look.'
Close enough?  For who it's for. 
(UUUU), it's more.

Heroic stoic picnic basket.  Has it practiced this?
For years and years here, miles+miles away
from where they/we built our sciences
and our sentences and our **** and ****** and **. 
They have stars as well, probably better. 

Appro%imately w/o proximity, they now know as well as we,
is a long ways off from sleeping free.