In life tossing and turning, I'm shaken awake by the furious action adrift. In my disintegrating lifeboat lit up red by dimming flares, the darkness beneath; showing glittering fangs, beckoning me to fall within. I hold on with a slippery grip. I shake with the cold wetness of the churning sea. The rations sustaining me dwindle and I look ahead to the scowling horizon pit. Where does it lie, the safe harbor fantasy?
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