There is water here
And a dark in the deep
There is shapeless mass
That the hot air will heave

All this heavy, angry water
Sinks beneath itself

All the ocean bends
With a click and a groan
What a horrible sound
What a sickening tone

Now the parts are overlapping
What will echo back

Now the tangled waters
Will roil and churn
All the parts condensed
All the molecules kerned

All these pieces, black and swift
Are moving through themselves