A Sound in the Deep

A sound.

It was all that we’d need

And all that was found.

They heard it o’er three thousand miles

From where it seemed to be.

I hope they found the sound worthwhile

And recall knocking knees.

No skeleton to prove a death

Or sights to prove its mass;

No measuring to prove its breadth

Or eyes to prove it’d passed.

For monsters of that large a size,

Are not meant to be found

By corrupt mortal human eyes.

All we will need is sound.

A sound.

It was all that we’d need

And all that was found.

A sound down in the deep.

(Another experiment into poetry inspired by the story of the Bloop. Look it up here.)

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