I have always felt that humans were like the sea-
the unfathomable girth of their chests
as they inhale the decadence of their families,
the expansive ripples in their eyes
like the tides washing over their moral sense,
polluted in plastic
the sea bass trying to breathe through polythene,
coral reefs around the groin
something beautiful made from something dying,
the curve below his back
small shores under the cold water,
the littered hair across her stomach
swimming in the shells, slumbering snails.
Then there is the Atlantis
and I have never heard of anything more intriguing.
Within the ventricles of their bodies
the canopy of creatures writhing in water
collapse into the sudden darkness, the sudden stillness
shaped from the void of memory.
Caving into the unknown unmastered, untrodden
those submarines try to fish for something new.
We are contaminated from the convenience of our lifestyles.
We are sorrowed in the actions of our reflections.
I am forced familial, there is no family.
Us, we must look beautiful for the people swimming on our surface.
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