The poem is a single image: souls trapped in an empty fishbowl, circling with nowhere to go. A fishbowl is meant to hold water and life, so calling it "empty" suggests something has drained away. The souls keep swimming anyway, but only in circles, which makes their effort feel pointless, like moving without getting anywhere.
The speaker seems to feel a quiet sadness and sympathy. The souls are "alone," and they are "awaiting someone" to help them, so they can't save themselves. The "ocean's blue world" is the place they belong, and it feels far larger and freer than the small glass they're stuck in. The trailing ellipsis leaves the wish hanging, as if rescue is hoped for but not promised. The title's "#34" hints that this may be one of a series, though the poem itself doesn't say. The mood is lonely, gentle and a little hopeful, like waiting for someone to notice.