The world beneath the waves
Is silent
And loud;
The colors scream for attention,
So much so that there is no room in the mind left for sound.
How sick I am of silence.
For we dwell in the depths where the light does not reach:
The depths of our minds and our souls.
The occasional ray of sunshine
That passes our way
And highlights the rarely seen
Colors of the deep
Is passed off as a reflection
From the diver’s wristwatch.
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