Welcome to the cool blue hive,
teaming & silent,
finite & blue,
an amniotic, an aphrodisiac,
wishing you were here.
Scales of swords float
by this underwater factory,
the peaceful place borders
on Aimless, and nears
Frivolity,
each one overlapping,
lapping at the shoreline,
looking for you.
Breathing is verboten here;
surfacing incidental.
Now we have to do, to make:
the buzz tinning our ears
as line between sea & sky
brazenly appears,
and loneliness strikes like
midnight, floating alone
on a salted sea.
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