I rest where rivers end their run, yet I do not race beneath the sun. Too wide for pond, too calm for sea, and land surrounds the whole of me.

Deep and blue, I swell and break, Millions drown within my wake. My bed has never needed sleep, I salt the lips of those who weep. Rearranged, you can unpack The very thing that rides my back.

I am an answer, I am the sea, There is a world inside of me. Lost in the abyss, drowned in the deep, No set of lungs could salvage me.

Iridescent splendor, Australia's treasured darling, At the height of your popularity, you were thought of so dear; Royals wanted you Common folk idolized your status Thieves carried you as a charm. And then you tumbled from your plinth, Becoming associated with bad luck, death, and the evil eye. As a few last clues, look to those born in October for something beloved mined Gild these old bones, and honor the dead And reflect on times that have long since fled. Now I remain ever hopeful, that you see now the answer is clearly...?

People come to me to buy and sell. I can be indoors or outdoors. You visit me for food, clothes, and other goods. What am I?