Whispers of the Blue Deep

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Twice hung with a breeze cool of shades vast,
Two fruits which rind plump, more lush than the sea,
Above eager gnats climbing a tall tree,
As high as can solely reach a plumb mast.

Much grain shall overshadow the hue of sand,
Quicker than sunlight, I have seen it seep,
Whispering secrets shared by the blue deep,
Louder than subtle waves heard on a strand.

Beneath a rosy morning we respire,
Among pitch black fog abandoned as dust,
Baked by the sun's kiln heat and lightning fire;

Covering the regions of Earth with crust,
A recurring assertion of Time's ire,
Based on what we strive to hold in its gust.