Something shifted in the sea
and all the fish quivered
as if 
a nuclear blast had
rocked the coral
once again.

This perfume radiates mutants,
the deaf beasts wallow putrid
in the depths, bioluminescent,
unnamed they circle
the sub-conscious, unfed they sleep
upright with eyes wide open.

But when the volcano opened
like a secret 
you see yourself ethereal, 
manifest as empty clouds beneath
mountains underground.

Waiting to break the surface but
this ocean has no lands.