• in the Photic Zone •

Slightly underneath the surface water,

Is the safe-zone, enabling me to breathe yet to conform myself to the sea.

Not hermetic, but in between hermitic and individualistic,

Unless manipulation is engaged upon the material,

A drop into the aphotic is highly improbable.

Yet if such manipulation was done upon the material,

The drop would be in perpetuation,

Leading it’s way to the abyssal depth of suffocation.

Suffocation from self-identity,

Suffocation from self-acceptance, and

Suffocation from self-integrity leading to the denial of self-dignity.

So the photic zone is the margin for manoeuvring,

Not to be completely exposed,

But in between the extremes of both narratives of egocentricity.

As the fact it is, the sky fights for the genesis of the promised rainbow,

Yet the sea claims the right to it by associating it’s nature with the agent of the rainbow.

In sum, it’s a fight of privileges hidden behind the script of equality, that I want no part in

— PurplePen