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nautilus and anemone
drift through silurian darkness
bubbly chit-chat in aqua flux
seaweed undulates, suggestively
as dorsals, restless and hungry
parcel out both surf and turf
in vertical and horizontal planes
life is only an excuse for dinner
a means to an end for all concerned
the deeper you go, the stranger it gets
geo-thermal vents with blind tube-worms
feasting spasmodically
on the curious and ill-placed,
fluorescent ichthys, isolated
like basques in the pyrenees
all have found their place
beneath a sun that remains a myth,
a god beyond black, beyond
green, inaccessible and remote

beyond good work dino
thank you


I could never be a poet or a geologist

don't mean nothing I just like the juxtaposition of your poem with this one by mnaz

http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=21800