Benthic

in the twilight zones of the ocean you will find me dimly lit from within for camouflage, for spotting those I fear would steal my hazy glow I am surrounded by others who linger here, half-blind, swimming aimlessly, waiting for the brightness that never comes would that I could rise up out of this doltish, bathypelagic state, break through the water’s skin, glistening, luminous with coruscated beauty but the only hands extended draw me deeper, into the benthic sea, where I lie, unmoving, amongst the creatures who make their own deceptive light and fear the sun’s clear gaze