Murky water housing a seed

Alone without structure, without foundation.

It’s Charles Darwin’s theory

Only selected survive, yet

Even those birthed in darkness

Beautiful. Floating toward the glistening heavens,

Out of instinct to survive.

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Swaying with the water in abyss

Reaching, reaching, reaching, rapidly rising.

Lukewarm atmosphere and newfound happiness

Blooming misty pieces of pearlescent petals

Caressing the brim of dark waters

And for the first time Clandestine… breathe.

–Nayla Carrasco