Swimming deep below the surface

Of the vast blue sea,

So smooth and swift it runs no current,

Silent as can be,

Glides a great galactic serpent

With skin like the cosmic sky,

Long and slender arms trailing

By its glittering sides.

Iridescent and opalescent,

Shimmering in the abyss,

The cosmic skin swims fast as light

Through velvety dark bliss.