Diver

I am a diver who almost died diving, diving for depths other divers kept striving toward. Ocean floors hidden and darker and deeper than any death other than that we harken for. We need the blackness, the wild wet unknown; the cheap seats, the galley, the gallery, thrones, they don't interest us. They are just there to distract, confuse us and keep us from getting in tact to the highest goal. Which, irony, is the lowest place, controlling our brains that are brined from our race to the finish. The swimming, the dim fish, the spinning, the holding your breath, the diving, the winning.