The Kraken, like all monsters, aren’t shy.
They live, not hiding, but where we don’t go.
Does each one have just an eye for an I?
Do they hunt us hungrily from below?
I wouldn’t turn them into metaphors
Because they slip thither on ocean floors,
Rising out of curiosity,
Fearful themselves of monstrosities.
They are too overwhelmingly like us,
Tentacle arms and a sharp teeth-like beak,
Astride their sea realm like a colossus,
In sum strong and in each single part weak.
Starlike, architeuthis came from space,
As did we, a fleeting elusive race.
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