An abstract illustration for Axton Clark's "Deep Sea"
Like liquid agate rest the bottoms of the sea, Like caves pressed down by the unending hammerstroke Of waves struck green with sun; and deepest creatures here Are bubbles left in moving coils in agate, and dart As ribbons cut in light, or fork electric eyes, Waving them brightly tentacled, like drowning stars Writhing in last extinctions of their glow. In some such agate, slipping studded green, our thoughts Are deepest, winnowing like strange fish the wheaty grains Of light, self-lighted from the husks of dark.
PhoArtry: a selection of illustrated poems
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