Ping

 Cold cold seaocean deep: fivefathoms down fibre optic pingsshush shush soundof voices. You make me smileafter winter’s deepencroaching darkness piece by piece almostdestroyed me. You make me smilemore than other’s doa tilted cheek jock like banter: distance is goodinterest, I don’tengage as if ,sea protects meas if I’m bound soundin movingbreathing cradle. Listen here