Mystery of the sea

I excited the station promptly after breakfast. I inspected the submersible as instructions dictate although I had been out merely hours before. On my last run I noticed something faint near the small rock formation where the angler fish usually roam. The object was far and I only saw when returning, but today I go there first. Small blinking lights light the way. Every few dozen meters a new light appears. At first down here I thought I was hallucinating. I wouldn't report or ask about the lights. One day while discussing floor vents and other areas to avoid exploring, as to not disturb the residents like tube worms, they mentioned a small population of angler fish living and concentrating near those rocks. The relief, I thought I was having some sort of underwater meltdown or something. Back up to, on the surface I mean, I do recall talk of giving myself time to adjust to life in the dark. To allow for life to come to you, appear before you, or simply try to swim away. However, I discovered the latter not to be much of a problem. After all, fish need their energy down here for more important things.
Few were the creatures that came to explore the lights in the midst of all the black. Beautiful really, the range of life that ranged from tiny to small or large to very large. There seemed to be no in between. Most life here was devoid of color, things that floated were usually attacked or had something attached to them. Then, I finally made it to my mystery. A large gelatinous creature that when the light hit it right glowed or rather shined in the peculiar way metal does, giving way to my imagination to believe there was more there than there really was.
On to the next mystery of the sea.

Of Us

I strayed from the path momentarily in the middle of the nighty. I simply sought refugee from prying eyes that while glowing pierced the veil that protected me to reveal what subterfuge had managed to keep hidden just beyond. I wore an outfit black as the night that protected me, yet I fooled not a being that native to those parts recognized all too easy my camouflage. What lied ahead was no surprise, demise is always at my corner, in plain sight with the guise of generosity and carelessness biding its time to inevitability. I made no sounds. I breathed lightly as to not break the silence that welcomed my escape from the unknown. I stepped with ease as to not overwhelm with my weight whatever I should step on should noise feel it necessary to make its presence known. I know not of the ways or methods to any madness, but mine begun during my nightly walk, as I stepped off the path. I learned nothing in the one thing to be learned. I learned that the methods used, the care taken, the emphasis placed, and the ideas that bring them together are as week as the frailty behind every one of us.

Circumstances Affect

My age is irrelevant.
I said that at 13, again at 25, 37...
How irrelevant?
No one ever asked. There is great concern in how right we are, how wrong we are, how much we do, how much we have achieved, how many helped, what inclusions do you have here or there, but never peace. The race towards death has become a monolith in itself. This one represents all the things that are wrong with humanity.
Seldom in nature -humankind being part of nature until robotics transcend us- do you see any being, creature, formation, or other thing belonging to the former alone. Is there a reason for it? Truly, I do not know nor dare attempt a search. On the basis of the things that have existed, matched and compared with those in existence today, I cannot speak for what no longer is, but can rightly say that delusions carry the nature of a being into the submission of being interested in living. For if there was a thing to learn about something that no longer is, perhaps the secret is not in the successes that drove it to extinction, the failures that narrate its demise, but the circumstances wherein every situation turned unto itself could have had a most favorable or decadent outcome; perhaps our answers lie therein lurking in the light we stare at with little wonder for what lies inside merely because we know the outcome of starting into the light, the blindness that it will cause, thus truncating the glimpse that could have otherwise been the true light for ever extinguished.
I am a being of many tongues and not because of the languages I speak, the truths I believe I know, or the present understanding of the unraveling of scenarios. I am a being of many tongues not because of a physical property that can be used as a partial excuse for alienation. I am a being of many tongues merely because I say so.
I am not what I say, become what I think, or manifest what I imagine, to do that I would have to control...too many variables. I exist, I live, I think, I help, and then I coward. The things I teach my brother today, through the eyes of circumstance, no matter how plain, true, transparent, or simple, will become the intrinsic web of lies we stumble on day in and day on because it does fall on someone else once we live and leave the picture. Too easy do we go about life making decisions without making them, taking responsibility, but not taking responsibility, because for every moment lived, how many lives do we touch and thus circumstances affect!

Succeed

I need a diversion from my life.
A line into being.
Choose to discover where no more seems to be.

I need meaning.
The things I do need completion.
Endeavors undertaken rising above suspicion.

Astute, the bird flies away.
Quick, the chipmunk lurks.
Design flaw that I should require cunning.

Foreign desires of the heart.
Grave, from beyond prying into the living.
Asunder the will required to succeed.