MANTA
They circle in the sunlight of the deep
Just giant shadows on the verge of visibility
For tantalizing seconds only to be seen whenever they return
I switch the yellow, flashing trinket off
I hold my breath
I am a shadow now myself
A shape detaches from the haze
Gigantic, slowly, carpetlike, on wings of silk
A mouth moves towards me like I have never seen
And when he blocks the sunlight with his bulk
Above me, close enough to touch
My hand moves by itself.













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