I watch helpless as this cavern empties its once warm elixir, now cool as coal on a bed of dying embers.
suddenly, trepidation surges upending my quiet comfort while voices whisper in an upswell
"this safety on the razor's edge is an illusion and must be returned to the debt ridden sea!"
slowly the mist settles, revealing the great divide.
I hold my breath and go under
Posted this poem without much editing last night. Rewrote it throughout the day, here and there when I had the chance. It kept on asking to be rewritten. Here is what I think is the final version. I originally had written "lost at sea" under notes. I think it still applies.