Raiders and the curious pursue to poach what
Barren buccaneers return empty handed
Barren buccaneers return empty handed
Glowing gold
arteries, silver veins, self-composure reigns
Underwater
amethyst heart caves burning lava cools into hidden seas
Hissing out
holy islands and shrouded sunken grotto silience
I wait on you like an entombed trove of treasure
Pleasures you’d excavate and never regret to uncover
The luminescent veil that separates one another
Once a lost
fisherman lost his breath drowned like a bloated whale
Then a boy
child, little seahorse, his father’s favorite
Waded in
with the undertow, like an accident
Peeked at pearls
inside an air pocket
And carried
back a valorous gift to mother
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