You’re not wrong, everything 
everywhere is coming undone, 
no bright side, no silver lining, 

nothing to point to on the horizon: 
there’s your ship, the ship of your 
new way forward, no, that’s no ship, 

that’s a wave, for surely you've felt 
the quaking earth, surely you hear 
the roil of an uprising ocean, 

how far inland can you flee? 
The waters rise in the midlands 
desert, no hill to lift you higher, 

Do you taste the salt on your lover’s 
skin? Your god speaks the language of 
the ocean, savor it while you can.