Moving home was perilous,
like cave diving.

But someone said
there was a garden
in that great gulf,
hidden behind shadows
too deep to see:

here, strange fruit
flourishes
in the tardigrade heat,
steeping like tea.

The frightful fish
feeding thereon
live under pressure,
burst when they ascend.

You must be careful
when you leave,
lest you also get the bends.