Fast currents pull, fish

Move ahead, follow the school, continue the loop

Glazed eyes fixed forward

Only dead fish float

How the big rock sinks

Soft and silent, down water, as

Times pass, unnoticed

Pushed and pulled down into the abyss

Until it 

gently 

Touches.

The murky seafloor is a cushion, a cradle,

It sits softly for years

Tons of ocean push down

It’s dark, it’s silent

There was never any sound 

On the ocean floor lies a red crack

Below the sand and rock

Magma is intense, hot, pressured, shaking, 

It is screaming, shifting, building on each other, desperately finding a way out

Extremely compact, squeezed together, oppressed by the force of everything above it

An opening is found and the magma pushes towards it

The heat escapes into the water

The magma oozes into the ocean floor and is instantly cooled by the salty water

A black stain on the ground, hundreds of feet down

It sits there 

The column of steaming air bubbles are released, 

raging at first, but dissipating as they push up

Up, up

A seagull inspects the water from on high

Thousands of waves look like wrinkles on an old tarnished blue face

A few bubbles from their journey miles down, slowly rise to the surface and pop

A flick of water 

and a tiny, tiny burst gets

Consumed by the waves