if the world
is an aquarium
i hide in my castle
every single time
the treasure chest opens
with fat bubbles

the diver waves
but i wonder
fearfully
what lurks behind
the great brass dome
of his

through the water
he bobs
on the recirculated water
a remnant
of olden times
ancient exploration

part of me
wants to crimp the airline
but another part
a secret part
knows he is just
a corpse under there

as the flakes of food
float lazily
i plan my route
to dart out
before death
can snatch me by the fin