From the deep and dreaded darkness
of ancient depths
watery kings survey their realm -
in swift or loitered passes.
Curiosity draws them to the curious;
looking out or looking in
we share inquiry
though our worlds are different.
Beyond the pane
gossamer
parachutists
dance in briny
skies.
Light and airy
in faerie ballet
they pulse and
wave.
From pastel
parasol
they trail their
sting -
for beauty has
its price.
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