Note the nod to that other deep-sea "poem-including-history" diver, Ezra Pound. See the powerful whisper of his Notes for Canto CXX, near the very end.) (Bit of Joyce's Ulysses in there too, just to top it off.)
Rose early, with the birds, and thought of Paradise.
Went out into the Garden, in straw shoes
and a purple kimono, always mixing shades
and colors in his mind – white-spotted, Sonora blues,
Rita blue, Southern blue, Cataline, clouded, dotted,
San Gorgonio Arrowhead blues. Blurring
below early sunlight, a reddish yellow bells – billowing
with a yell like a bull in the snotgreen, rusted
diaphane. Breathe deep. A winding blue
trajectory – steep spiral–blue-writ with violets.
That is Paradise.
Young John LaFarge