Exceptional Free verse This is the Deep by tfawcus

This is the deep, the dreadful deep beyond the pain of red, where dreams, like plankton, swirl through weed, the widow's weeds of dread, and gently land to join the dross upon the sea's dark floor. Dreams drowned in deed, or lack of it; a loss, but lost no more. Recognized Author Notes Image courtesy of rydberg.biology.colostate.edu

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