Oceanic – a start anyway

Octopus beaks in the sandy deep
And coral castles of rusted wrecks
Between them the cold currents creep
Ghosting footsteps on sodden decks

No siren call under tonnes of pressure
No light or heat through all the fathoms
Though aglow the bubbling fissures
Boiling down your sunken atoms

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