The air puts on her cajun flair
and rum, brisk slides
for getting in
and out easy;
escorting
the shallow moment
of catching
the sable water
in their dance of silver, drenched ripples.
The movement of peace abounding
that seem to hypnotize
and mesmerize
those team of feelings
needing such an enchanted force.
To bring to surface
the still but alive
testimony it presents;
by the players
of moon and ocean wonder
what is really going on
way down there.
Igniting scales, coral reef
combustion
blowfish flapping adding
firecracker array
jazzing up steel blue waters.
All the conductors
carrying on their symphonies
to their dolphin schools
with such
vibration in their palace
of water dreams.
Seahorses sailing swiftly
to get the word out
decorating
spacial pockets beautifully,
their dear,
dear program
that floats endlessly
to the top of my
roots of loving the sea at twilight.
Way down there
this spectral
explosion
is remembered
in the tranquility of Atlantis
sleeping urns
wallpapering the invested terrain.
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