7.Mariana
I am a westward vessel of undivided motion
Headed for the canyons of the modulating ocean
I will sail the narrows, pull treasure from their chambers
A prism raining atoms in strings of red and purple
A glass iris shows – a shattered display
Bending rushes tumble over coral reefs and chasms
Sonar drones are braiding into words I want to tell you
Mariana's breathing, shifting currents in her darkness
Divers find me sleeping in her splatter painted shadows
Tonight the world can wait – and work can go hang
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