Blancpain Fifty Fathoms

It hides now in a bushel of burgundy maple leaves safe reflecting the poetry of nature having once long ago answered the call from divers born in the sea shaped by driftwood’s hand of human engineering vibrantly attached to the scuba suit watertight brilliantly encased in steel and sapphire not only shielding the dial but spinning its luminescence on the bezel night and day carrying a stout resistance to all trauma coral shaped traps and beasts with gills fanning new legions of bravery courting death immune to suffocation and the dark salty depths where time stops and the only gauge is on your wrist telling night from day and dark from light during the struggle to go deeper and deeper still defying pulmonary warnings and physiological limits like a torch leading the way, a beacon of faith to reach new layers in the prohibitive depths.

 

It hides now in a bushel of burgundy maple leaves

Safe, reflecting the poetry of nature

Having once, long ago answered the call from divers

Born of the sea

Shaped by driftwood’s hand of human engineering

Vibrantly attached to the scuba suit

Watertight

Brilliantly encased in steel

Sapphire

Shielding the dial

Spinning its luminescence on the bezel

Night and day

Carrying a stout resistance to all trauma

Coral-shaped traps

Beasts with gills fanning new legions of bravery

Courting death

Immune to suffocation

And the hostile salty depths

Where time stops

And the only gauge is on your wrist

Telling night from day

Dark from light

During the struggle

To go deeper and deeper still

Defying pulmonary warnings

And physiological limits

Like a torch leading the way

A beacon of faith

To reach new strata in the prohibitive depths