A diver told me of this story once ago
Of a sea far west that he explored and what he met
He told he had an iron will for he knew it well
Though I could tell a shaky timbre in his voice
He was diving where he usually would
Where occasional fish at times came by
He said that as he stared into the black nothingness bellow
An ambiguous figure darker than the black caught his eye
“Twas’ bigger than three Brigs alined” he shuddered
For he knew that here no whales swam by
It swam with neither tentacles nor fins
And though he could not tell me exactly what he saw
He said his instincts told him to flee as the crow flies
As if mother evolution had whispered its danger in our ears
March 31st - 2023