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his gaze was set over the waves of white,
constant fins seen but just tricks of light,
lost at sea after his boat sank,
the savior of him was a spare air tank,
the storm raged while he held strong,
not wondering how much went wrong,
now a clear day with not a cloud in the sky,
he accepts his fate to surely die,
awaiting the hunger of passing predator fish,
to see another boat is now his only wish,
a single gull flies over almost laughing in his face,
out here with nothing he might as well be lost in space,
a splash in the distance from something large breaking the top,
he swallows dry air to just let the anticipation stop,
accepting of death to let it come quick,
to be bitten and let his blood cloud the water red and thick,
but nothing comes and nothing happens with the sundown merge,
easy to just drown himself if pushed to the urge,
sinking down deep into the darkness with no breath,
to soak his lungs and cause his own death,
awakening still on top to the splashing of waves,
a bottom sand felt with his own life he saves,
a beach an island somewhere he can live,
and now a value for life causing him to now give.