Convoluted Musings of an Abnegating Whale

The darkness of the ocean’s water became suffuse with rays of seemingly palpable light. My lugubrious cries yearned to be heard and appreciated from the dark abyss that shrouded me and my family. At the higher planes of my world, schools of fish, teeming with purposeless life, further obscure the light in a quiescent dance soon to imitate swelling paroxysms of guile. I am incredulous for the moment… feelings of ignominious repulsion reprove my conscience and send me floundering to the boroughs of my personal hell. They say these are propitious times to be a fish, if only I were as amenable as a cod.