there is something that rests dormant upon the seabed
unperturbed by swirling currents and changing seasons overhead
lagan, sunken yet still tethered by a tenuous thread
bits of a previous life, remnants of some ancient shipwreck
into old wounds, into abyss, saltwater tears be seeping
thirsty creatures borne by years of sunless weeping
for ages men have feared monsters that lurk beneath the sea
yet the waves know that in darkened waters, the clearest mirrors be
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