This dead sea,
Or sometimes dieing sea,
My trilobite soul
Buffeted by bilbously
Deceased bodies
Endlessly,
Keeled overboard
Under a peerlessly high
Wilderness sky in
Terrorising blues
And refracted perilous green.
Halcyon blanched to moccasin,
Pyrite turned to stone;
Starlight down to calcium,
Seahorse in my bones.
A sun beneath the ocean,
Tarpaulin drapes my heart;
The sea’s relentless motion
Returned to where we start.
Seven Hundred Jisei 
Such vivid imagery! And how beautiful the coming and gesture of the sun! Love this one for the way the story was indelibly painted. ❤
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I’m an optimist, so instead of seeing the undersea sun officially and ceremoniously and respectfully covering a fresh yet ancient corpse, I saw her like an angel tenderly covering the heart in protection to preserve it and help it to revive. 🙂
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