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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 sea and ocean crest; 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, recycled dreams, wrought from ancient mold. Dragged up again to salty drops, in bitter brine and sandy wake, fight cross the winds and tidal storm to rest again on sandy shore.

So far between primeval sea and gentle splashings in the pools my heart responds to lunar moons, ancestors swimming through the tides to weave my blood with salted looms. Aghast at my gentle, solemn, sins which spill from hands like salted fish and pouring, raindrop stormy 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 fish pour from heaven in choir tones, and the sea rises to meet the swell.