au milieu d'une lumière pâle et vertigineux

A Tapestry in Foamy Stitches

: the Lower-Right Corner of Some Globe-Spanning Ocean

In this netherworld of vast-met blue,
Waves enjoin, stitched, by foamy glue,
The lower-right corner of the global sea,
Where the surreal meets reality.

The green sea rises, others say falls,
Combined to make a stranger dancer who calls,
And that foam oft atop such unruly waves,
Stitches all together in mysterious ways.

Each stitch from fractal magic sewn,
From threads pulled forth from Neptune's throne,
A surrealistic tapestry, such is life,
Weaving amid the woven nature's endless strife.

And in this corner of so great an unknown,
Implausible wonders are truly shown,
Where foam convinces waves to intertwine,
In boring, though terrifying, surrealistic design.

So let us embrace so strange a surreal,
And gather together imagination's zeal,
To guide us safely through depths unknown,
Whereby foam and waves and we return home.