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Submerged beneath the crystal night, entombed beneath the starry sea, interned in bright, profound, abyssal blue and halcyon haze: a washing glow of comedic plays.

Oh slumbering sky of ocean crests; too far from the depths to see that plight, above in clouds of austerity, powdered in sun-kissed symphony, to fall again into the waves, sink down across the coral reef through rotting wood of adventures past, worm-eaten mast, port-starboard bow.

In schools of splendid silver scales and coins of kings abreast of gold that treasure holds in wistful hearts, recycle dreams, wrought through ancient molds. Dragged up again by bubbling breath, in bitter brine and sandy wake, fight cross the winds and breaking storms to rest again on sandy shores.

So far between the primeval froth and gentle splashing in the pools, the heart responds to temperate moons, ancestors swimming through the tides to weave its’ blood with salted looms. Aghast at simple, solemn, sins which spill like slipping salmon eggs or pouring, silent, raindrop tears, fall from the mountain face to trickle down between the trees, and cut through rock in snaking paths; a serpent flowing blue and green: unsettled undulating river’s wrath; and soil speaks secrets many times between the ants and lively grass, each mandible a violin accompanied by the finer brass; and seven times they trumpet on, the grass and soil singing well, the sky casts down roe in choir tones, and the sea rises to meet the swell.