I love the ocean but I fear it more.
Deep in blindness, down
Under pressure,
What lurks? What rests— preying
And living,
Residing among boiling
Hydrothermal vents.
Mysteries we will never know.
Never will name.
What relentless, war-crying
Serpents hide
In seemingly bloodless
Surface waters?
And the sea is grim below,
Yet haunting.
An uncharted other world
That surrounds us,
Slowly consuming the
Land we deplete.
On the surface, beautiful
And blue,
But of its truest form
In callous storms.