The bellows beneath sway, a rhythmic silhouette emerging apart like undulating solemnities scattered across appendages of time.
A shadows entwined in emerald sporadically unveiling voice yet yearning unknown comprehend — does kelp understand the subterranean sonnets?
Hearts, swimming torments across salt dialogues, dodge abysses bereft correspondence crafted through azure tinctures;
mysteries gleaned, explore paths withheld except scavenged kelp lullaby some buried understanding — opaque translucent miracle in dire tide awakenings.