Submersible

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Psalm 42 Down from twilight into dark at noon, through darker, down until the black could not be more devoid of star or sunlight, o my soul, near freezing in sub-photic stillness past the fragile strands of glowing jelly radiant with tentacles to sting, and bioluminescent lures of anglers, down where water beading on the cold hatch overhead has sheathed in dewdrops the titanium, past dragonfish with nightlights set into their heads and flanks, past unlit cruisers, blackcod, owl fish, eelpout, skate, where spider crabs, arms long as mine, on creamy prongs drift floodlit over the pillow lava, here, our craft has taken us where no one could have come till now but corpses.