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
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