Horse Latitudes
The Doors
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted currents
Breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead!

Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over
Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 1967, titled "Horse Latitudes", by artist "The Doors".