Underneath

It's free fall
all the way 
down the abyss,
far, into the
deep blue numbness.

A mile of moon
perhaps,
is the depth of sea
as we,
set to cross, fall.
no flail of arms
no mayhem of thoughts
only the peace 
that gulps us down
like a monster of the sea.

At the end of the fall
let us seek heaven
than hell, that 
lies underneath
but what of?
my fellow helmsmen.