The emergent sea,
A veneer of calm,
A frothing mantle,
Toward which I swam.
As I wrestled with the gathering foam,
The flotsam eyeing me in the gloam,
A sweet song came in,
Calling me home.
And then a thin voice rang out across the clearing water,
One final burst before it faltered,
If you are to rush me over, then do it now,
If you are to fold me up and drag me down,
Do it now.
The waiting I cannot bear,
The bating of my breath,
Shallow, feint, despair,
Comes crawling up from the sea-foam air.
Let’s have it then,
Open mighty chasm,
Deep’s darkest womb,
Gather all your strength,
And bind me now in the watery tomb.
The maelstrom growling and storm-eye howling,
Bind me, drag me from lands so free,
Pulled under by the yoke of the emergent sea.
A man drowned a coward,
In the unlit firmament,
A man became nothing, and there was no one
Left to lament.
The mass of waves, like an ichor shade,
Gushed ever on in its course,
The mighty cars of the dark-burning stars,
Burning fringes, the crest,
Continued with unparalleled force.
How it dawned on this wretched one,
That the sun, it shone,
From the singular son,
Yet dissolved was he.
It was already done,
Undifferentiated and undone,
In the slag-heaped wake,
Of that emergent sea.
And the entity that I had been was beached,
On the sandbar,
On a mound of silt, at the bottom,
And around it the bodies of those bleached,
Corals depicted scenes that were trod on.
In the numbing deluge,
Of the great wreckage of man,
The forms held true,
No, mockeries in vain hue.
And now this entity rued,
That he had given all he can,
More than he can,
To the gloom at the bottom of that
Emergent sea.
Oh cruel sea, take pity,
Spit me out, why don’t you?
Oh gathering ripple of entropy,
Break from the path you flow to.
My heart rendered inert,
When I breach the surface,
I dissolve into the dirt,
And as a dust of fine hurt,
Sink back to ocean floor.
If only I held my own at the shore,
Unbowed before the gnashing maw,
Now I lay on the beach by the lake,
Under the emergent sea.
The Emergent Sea 