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  • Diana Joy


Tide to the moon

Surface, secret keeper of the deep

Sun glittered and wind rippled

Or savagely dark

Guards shapes, sizes, colours, textures

Salty fins and tentacles

Surviving and thriving

Where we cannot see or breathe

Larger than land

Bluer and blacker than sky

Mother of oxygen

For millions of years

Permeated with languages

We cannot speak

Sung by creatures

We cannot fathom

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