Beneath the storm, a structure starts to loom,Of branching calcite and of crimson bone;A sanctuary in the watery gloom,Where silence sits upon a polyp throne.The nave is arched with ribs of giant whales,The windows glazed with translucent jellyfish;Against the glass, the ghost of summer sails,In fulfillment of a drowned man’s dying wish.An organ made of hollow shells resounds,With hymns that vibrate in the marrow’s deep;Here, mercy knows no topographical bounds,And vigilances of the ages keep.He kneels upon a floor of silver sand,Held in the hollow of a coral hand.
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