If, by chance, you are ever drowning down
in the Great Barrier Reef, I suggest
you might ought to take a look at the fish
on your way. They come in varieties

of color, like iMacs, so you won't frown
upon the boring journey. You'll ingest
much of that clear blue water, so don't miss
a glance at its turquoiseness. Other seas

are so polluted. Be glad that you drown
beside copulating strings of the best
white, spiked, happy coral to be found this
side of the gold sun, which so brilliantly

penetrates the ocean above - a crown
on this ever-growing salt-water tank. Suppressed
by it, let imagery relax you; then kiss
a passing shark before you are deceased.