The Abyss

The Earth is a language
Spoken as if from an abyss

Blind we move our arms, flailing
Between the rocks and water

Fungus and mold,
Coral edges when all is cold

The fishermen rescue us,
Repair our broken limbs

But there are no victors, no survivors
And no one threatens us, anymore

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