She skirts her raft at the edges of the vortex,
Seeking the faces of those who are drowning.
Not seeing them, she knows they are Below,
Never ceasing to breath, yet encased airless.
They choose not to surface, lest they burn
In the scorn of their friends; yet they leave
Behind her gentle breath of life, gift to brother.
She'd inflate their lungs, give vitality to the lonely,
Rescue them from neutrino caves under spiritual waves.
Denying the light of the sun, they depart untimely
Only to discover life has slipped away, sucked through cracks
Of dissolving atoms in the walls of their loneliness.
She must row away, life awaits her in other waters.
