​Cosmopolitan in presence worldwide
Jellies drift upon the rhythmic tide
No scales, no fins yet we call it a fish
A drifting phantom, a ghost of the sea.
​No heart to beat, no bones to break
The gelatinous walls that pulses make
With a radial symmetry, simple and old
Fiery stinging threads in a trailing hold.
​A cycle of life just like an open door
Freefloating or fixed to the ocean floor
It blooms to a medusa, free and bright
Emerging from the dark, seeking the light.
​With a transparent skin and a neon glow
It captures the eye in the depths below
A resilient dancer, though strange and fair
What a living wonder of water and air.
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