At the edge of entropy
Or so I’d dare compare
I peer the edge and chance a dredge
For what could be down there

I hulk a haul and pull a trawl
I’m curious to fault
I’d choose to fall than none at all
And sink within the malt

I settle ever deeper
To find my treasure trove
I couldn’t tell how long I fell
Or further how I dove

In greeting the un-fathoms
I harbor last the sight
A festive tree there undersea
Of lost and lonely light