Developing posture
To delve a downward clime
Born into the deep
In drowning we learn to dive
A fecund abyss
The subconscious mind
Benthic Abaddon
Beauty’s hazard to cruelly die
Clarity withers
And hope, does it cry
When you do not cleave chaos
To create earth and sky
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