Aquamarine Chrysalis
Humanity, the leaning yawl of infinite holes.
God, the tranquil sea for a millennium or so.
Swells growing bold as the sky swirls grayish.
Humanity, taking on barrels of water and salt.
Ivory gulls are shrieking at the crimson spray.
Biters and crawlers are awaiting the flesh.
The universe is a distant shell of pristine cold.
A small craft lies cracked on an isle of sea glass.
Forgotten souls in aquamarine chrysalis.
Floating above the frothy shoal.
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