Undiscovered Life

Those spouting worms
eye-jaw eaters,
crystal squirters
alive, sperming,
arranging the weeks,
do they
dream their lives?

Here on the
dark sea bed
I measure the òxygen.
I ration the
protein and
build my nest
filling the walls
with tokens
of myself, my
flesh, my scents,
a bubble in a
deadly vacuum.
I snap
at what comes
my way and move
slowly.