There are batteries and bicycles lying down there,

Washed over by the stale salt, swept under by the sand

Of a hundred seas that all meet- here. It is the place

Of wreckage, of lives lost, and floundering fish

Who drown. Through the algae, that is deeper

Than the green water, thick and viscous and barely moving,

Silver scales glitter. The sharks, circling in space.

Where bright corals and shells replace

The hard banging meteorites, the nine crashing planets.

Humans do not come here, they cannot swim this free

Nor stop breathing and never see

What's moving beside them, what's brushing against them.

The ocean isn't waiting though, it will fold up

When nothing stirs it, and blue is green is black.

That's when we get all our sunken treasure back.