Radioactive

There was space opera in the underwater. The blackness was fulfilled. The eyes that follow sensed the radioactive matters below. Delicate movements were dancing on the density of the unknown liquid. I was nil, but I thought. The jellyfishes were psychedelic in their formal discipline as I hit and deconstructed their rhythm. I thought of other matters, it reconciled with the act.

Slowly, slowly, the eyes were dissolved by the lunar sun. Aching for awakening.