been researching
aquatic life
obsessively for
a book which is
beginning to form

there is something
alluring about
the silence at
the bottom of the sea
a solitude beset by
a life of endless night

i could have been
happy as an octopus
no one could see me
as i hid in plain sight
natural camouflage
against the ocean floor
instead of a human
barely being anything
but an inconvenience

when i ball up
i can see how easily
i am forgotten
the longer i hide
the more obvious
it becomes i never
really mattered at all

so i throw myself
into researching things
maybe in one hundred years
my words will finally
carry some meaning