Pelagic - Russ Bedord

I swim in an ocean of words,

in the light ’twixt air and abyss.

I fear the deep. Flashes there hint

at revelations I shouldn’t miss.

Factual dragons hunt below,

lurking words, odd meanings

hidden in puns, definitive terms—

dense, subtle, and obscure.

Best I porpoise here at the surface,

beneath clouds’ flashy substance.

Let height lend weight to their brightness.

I splash conjecture into the air—

cascading heaps of frothy likeness.

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