There is something in the waters;
faking blue but vast.
As deep it gets,
the deeper we could go.
Danger in depths,
risks away from certainties.
It is a bet from comforts;
a token spent,
with wishes of yielding;
the good and the bad.
A jackpot is not luck,
but a will into the till.
Here and now,
we aren't swimming,
but diving.
Head first,
eyes shut,
as the darkness impairs,
our here and now.
We are levitating,
not grounded.
Nothing runs here.
Everything resists;
till it assists.