Add light to light, the magma shines
From the crack on the sea floor, the fish Scatter in every direction, the tube worms Wave their scarlet fronds. The cloudish Sea is filled with eggs (inside, The tiny dots are eyes). A line Of yellow marks the creeping sun That soon, you think, will shine, And even if the day is just Another day, the fish leap Onto the deck, to the children, at least, They are a delight that comes from the deep.
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