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.
