She is Ocean

Back at the ocean,

severe rain falls,

But floods are non existent.

Land, too.

Maybe, once?

Down under.

She is a new kind.

But ultimately the same.

An adaptation,

Or an evolution?

Her depths are deep.

Her volume is vast.

She is a design in intaglio,

and a relief in existence.

One fact remains.

She holds more life in gills,

than lungs.

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