In Too Deep
A shallow water turns to deeper dark
And hides the mystery of depths below.
Beyond the reach the brightest light can show
There lies a world of darkness, cold and stark
Where death can lie in wait. A sudden arc
Of motion out from still, turmoil will grow
As shock of movement destroys the tableau,
Then leaving churning mud, its only mark.
The still returns, slowly, tentative, cowed
As time begins to wait again, until
A newer order grows from this discord,
All while the settling mud becomes a shroud
For life so brief before it could fulfil
The promising future a life affords.
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