Words are secret remainders
Legacies left unwritten
They are the vastness of the mind, bound.
They are our trophies.
They sink and they plunder,
Like shipwrecks- entire life stories-
Lost and never found.
Beneathe a toiling and deep surface air,
Where all is depth and dark below...
They remain there,
Locked and crushed by the pressure.
They are a secret world,
Stretching beyond all the micro-cosmic forms of life.
I....
Got lost in you, Ocean.
In my blue, a spark still
Of all that is.
We remain here, nameless...
But not without form.
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