Under the surface sheen In the carousel of the surf And the churned-up foam Turquoise-coloured drink And beige dust storm Swirling down Brushing against Corals and polyps That will die too and Join the round bodies Of diatoms. Stars of the sea, Celestial show in the deep. Dancing as they descend, Toward the inevitable end, The boundless dark A plain of mud Made ghostly by their larks.
I had just seen a program about creatures of the sea, including diatoms, or phytoplankton that photosynthesize. It fascinated me that something so tiny and delicate could be so important, fixating 20% of the air's carbon and 40% of marine carbon. This makes them incredibly crucial to life on Earth.
hybrids keep being created from other hybrids and it's gotten to the point where no one knows where any of it originated from anymore the filibustering has to cease at some point but everyone keeps insisting on driving their point through the brains of children until they're little reflections of what they wish they could be
past generations poison the future like a stone fish with filthy, algae covered spines leaving pain and infection in everyone's lives but time only teaches when death comes to mind
there has been dust filling in my footprints and denying any point that i ever existed holograms of things i thought true were short-circuited and it's obvious to me now that all good things come to an end
Laying in the algae bed, Soaking up the sunshine, Festering in the daytime hours, No one knows your name, You never sleep at night. There is a cure for this, It all starts with one deep breath, But the air was never sweet enough, Underneath your fingertips.
*Before 200 million years ago there was a single super continent, named the Pangea, and you have broken the Pangea into two parts, the Laurasia and the Gondwanaland by a single water body, called the Tethys Sea and we have seen, the first sign of the life on the beautiful black shale, the blue green Algae