9th January 1493, The Atlantic.

When Columbus stared into the grey Atlantic on that January morning in 1493,

We will confide in you: he didn't witness the beast.

The renowned explorer's eyes met ours.

He looked at a weathered, anciency rising from the surf and

inking our name in his log…

But the world that followed couldn't handle a universe

shared with those they didn’t quite understand.

To conquer the oceans, mapping the living world into a grid of resources,

the rising tide of human progress had to strip the inconclusiveness away,

They took the tale of the Sirenians, reclassified them.

And closed the book forever.

...

Five centuries later, a misjudgment of the woman in your line of,

Sight, breath, thought,

May prove far more fateful than any song ever could,  

The waters off Hispaniola were never empty; beauty merely went beneath.

Beyond, beneath: surrounded.