a sextillion tons of sea above me
I am watchful sentinel, in the trench
Mariana--what strange creatures visit,
in this world without light
day or night matters not, here,
where pressures are beyond measure
yet these beings glide by, more drifting
dreams than sluggish flesh
my neighbors yet belch fire,
steam, and black cream from their bellies
as I did in my youth, but
I am now silent
and though I have perfect recall
of all that has ever happened, I am crevice
without the crease of time, and remember
not one sorrowful thing
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
a sextillion tons of sea above me
I am watchful sentinel, in the trench
Mariana--what strange creatures visit,
in this world without light
day or night matters not, here,
where pressures are beyond measure
yet these beings glide by, more drifting
dreams than sluggish flesh
my neighbors yet belch fire,
steam, and black cream from their bellies
as I did in my youth, but
I am now silent
and though I have perfect recall
of all that has ever happened, I am crevice
without the crease of time, and remember
not one sorrowful thing
*The “challenger deep” is the deepest point in the Mariana Trench , 6.8 miles below sea level. I wrote of it only a few days ago, but am drawn back to its depths.
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