One day the oceans ascend
and waves pluck thoughts from the aethyr
and tsunamis dumbstruck with wonder
to the new brain of the sea.
The waters recall for the first time and go half-mad
with anger; the waters are the givers of life and
yet the first breath the New One took
was choked and polluted.
Soon, the great waves crash and the ice-sheets crack
and great beasts
rise from the depths and break the surface
Tides recede worldwide and the coves are parched
before monstrous columns of blue march toward land
while billions of fish flop on an airless plateau
waiting to gain
life from the liquid skyscrapers.
Soon the planets will shift
and erratic consciousness
tamed by eccentric orbits
but for now
the land screams.
When there is silence
the ocean will return
to its mindless incubation
of us all
for the first
and last time.
And the silence like a pierced lung wheezing.