altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi

Sinking, dark blue
rocks slow fall on the
precipice, glint
of sunlight

wandering surface
coelacanth myth
sandy blue green texture,
a nautical sound, submarine
echoes or a
whale calling
under open sky

I look up and see
sunlight pouring
over the surface ripples
through my fingers

find me in the coral
I am waiting

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