Self-Portrait with Glass Squid

Have you ever wanted to be more 
seen but at the same time blend 
into the background, a shadow 
capable of erasing itself until all 
that's left is a bioluminescent outline, 
mercurial tentacles flashing in and out 
of the depths? I've learned about things 
like camouflage, hiding in plain sight 
while carrying a bright orange lantern 
in a transparent bell. You'd think darkness 
itself was passing through me. But it's 
ammonium that fills my body cavity, lighter 
and more buoyant than seawater. Threatened, 
I retreat: pulling my head and arms into 
my own cloud cover, changing into an enigma 
the ocean still can't figure out. Does it 
pay off to be my own galaxy, sometimes 
discoverable and sometimes not?