Adrift the Sea of Creativity

I am adrift the currents of my own creativity,
A shattered moon overhead, looming despondently,
Gleaming on the glassy surface of these calm seas,
I breathe in the stars with shuddering ecstasy,
And dive down into the unfathomable deeps,
Harvesting glimmering pearls of my fantasies,
Clinging like barnacles to shipwrecked stories,
Full of potential, romantic, tragic, dreamy,
But I dare not linger too long or take too many,
And risk waking the wriggling darkness underneath.

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