How happy is the dead cold!
Never forget the doomed and exanimate cold.
I cannot help but stop and look at the dark deep.
Are you upset by how dispiriting it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the deep so daytime?
Pay attention to the test,
the test is the most yellow watch of all.
Shuffle. shuffle, shuffle.
When I think of the woe, I see wild rains.
Are you upset by how tricksy it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the woe so slick?
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OCEAN
PoetryThis poem reflects on the contradictory emotions and perceptions tied to the seas and pelagic life, while also questioning the complexity and perhaps perceived confusion within the field of oceanography.
