The Ocean

Tis only the surface breathing

giving life to the drowning.

Light absorbing, lending,

illuminating colour to those that 

caress the ocean floor.

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Occasionally lashing out

whipping its face

to a foaming fury,

raging against the futility

of standing against 

the deep poisoning of 

synthetic excrement:

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Micro, macro, fishing lines

and the essence of life-carbon

now knitted to kill

now

   in 

      beauteous 

               bodies,

entangling, embracing, killing

while the oily acquiescent surface

shifts endlessly on its 

sojourns 

styling new shores,

stealing earth,

pushing humanity

to change.