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.