How deep does this go,
this infinite blueness?
Nothing exists between
the void and I,
save my heavy helmet,
this golden fishbowl
full of air, life
giving air.
There is no direction,
there is no form,
I simply float–
float.
The creatures down
here are strange.
All eyes and
slime and
tentacles.
Something brushes
my suit–
something sinister?
This blue cosmos
could swallow me
whole and who would
ever know?
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