Submerged in blue
amongst the deep
the diurnal man, eschewed
from the light, floats
in aphotic sleep.
Dreaming dreams
in the waters – over,
the albatross fly –
dreaming in depths
where the sun can barely pry.
Holding hadalpelagic,
embracing, soaking up
the soul’s ebb and flow
and remaining, unmoved,
by the undertow.
Once full and reacquainted
with the abyss below,
up from the trench
up,
to the light he will go.
