Always open
To that notion
The what if
The water
Was drained
From the ocean
I picture some skeletal
Coral remains
Desiccated earth core
Still suspended in space
And the people would gaze
Peering out
Over edges
Of islands still standing
As skyward peak ledges
And coastal shelf
Rifts
Overlooking a chasm
Or gradual shifts
In the tectonic spasm
The treasures uncovered
Where secrets
Once dwelled
In the fathomless depths
Would be priceless
To sell
Yet compelling
Intrepid adventurers
Down
All the same
To the bowels of hell