Infinity drifts
In a sea of could be
Of serenity
But deep beneath it is me
Still submerging myself
Where the light doesn't reach
Instead of sun-bathing
My shell on the beach
Where at least I would only
Imagine
The fathoms
Below me, the undertow
Dragging me slowly
Away from the shoreline security
Lonely
Back to the Abysses' jaws
Gaping
And homely
As ever it were,
To the pensive philosopher
Sunk in his sordid, assorted
Leviathans
Grasping for breath-bereft depths
That inspire him