Depth and diving
again and again.
Going off the deep end
just like you planned it.
Haunted by shadows.
Haunted by the shadows glow!
May you sleep deep in the deep.
Off the shoulder of the Mariana Trench
the mountains roll forever
seemingly endless.
That is what they have taught us.
The seaweed flows out like black ribbons
of coal and in time salt coats your soul.
