It is not the pressures,  blackness keep

Creature comforts there where debris falls

shells of mollusk and fin

whales echo in stories and song

 

Strands of life green leaf glimmer as sirens sing

cacophony a bit with in tune

peaceful actually, looking at trying light

buried high as in phyr, a dare to melt those waxen wings

 

young girls, flowers rooting in hair

airy transcendence  of laughter

Unicorn dream with lightning crash

thundering representation

a meadow near wooded glade

 

in center, a circular

there as spiders cling

bladed grass to witness

portal to the Sea.