Poetry Friday - A sonnet is a diving bell

A sonnet is a diving bell in whichmy ego safely may descend intomy id: a dark and silent region richwith life, a home to things I never knewexisted -- creatures with voracious jawsbut little else, shy darting wisps too nervousto observe, and all subject to lawsignored by us who live above the surface.Hermetically sealed in against immenseand crushing pressure, I must temper myascent in order to