Sonnet 4: The Coruscating Abyss
The firmament is fluid, thick, and vast,A liquified cathedral of the dark,Where silhouettes of eons long since pastIgnite a cold, bioluminescent spark.He navigates the salt of ancient moons,Through kelp of copper, swaying in the tide,While choruses of petrified lagoonsEcho the secrets that the depths provide.The pressure is a heavy, velvet handThat molds the marrow of his weary frame,Yet onward through this sub-astral landHe pursues the ghost of an unuttered name.The water breathes with gills of silvered light,A drowning glory in the gut of night.
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