What Do You See, Mariana? (Poem 25 of 30: 2016)

The reflection in the black shapelessness is miles below sea level
Where the devil’s squid starts looking like a surface dweller
And yeti crabs are closest to starlight
Bioluminescence baited shards of glass dancing in the snowfall
It’s the invertebrates you have to watch for
Nothing big gets by on so little
It’s the fuckers with the stingers and the bells
It’s always the bells
Wringing the life out
Digesting while your friends are watching
They ride currents with cold constant patience
But they’d just as soon drift by as pull you in to the Man-of-War maw
Beaks and mantels are pursuant and greedy
Humboldt Pacific piranha barbed embrace
Bone-snapping numbness
Kraken squids and dry wood
The vastness we aren’t built for
Is a slurry of impressions when terror sinks in
The body stops receiving at those depths
Cognizance is not
Control is out
Chaos is natural
Life crept from the same unexplored trenches
We have yet to peruse
There is risk in seeking
But the mind is worth losing at sea
For the knowledge contained within the unknown


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