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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
Copyright ©
Susan Finnis
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