Orion hovers over the sea
Flashing phosphorescent blue, green.
All the colors of the water
Dance, erratically, beneath the fog.
The sharp little stars, which make out the shape
Of tiny life, crashing in the waves.
The slightest showings of color,
Sometimes lost in the foam,
Live and die
under the shift of the watchful hunter.
Phyloplankton, nothing more.
The life cycle repeats and rotates
in the expanse of the blue green curve,
just another turn of the wheel,
change in the tide,
but for one moment, it was something.
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