the Flood to overcome,
reign over me.
One deep blue sea that lies so many a league
its low ebb never seems to end.
Beneath the flesh and my mammal facade,
the nature of my origins claw at my soul,
a marine yearning for the touch of blue,
for the being blue itself,
without a thought,
without gravity and footing.
And then She comes,
She storms upon Her bed in Majestic Attire,
Rising regally an indomitable regina is to
Crash upon the rock, fuel the land in me,
Fill the crevasses and valleys
Till I overflow,
and there is no more need for words.