Today, yesterday and tomorrow are held in the breath beat of my surf and surface. Each of my foaming, surging torrents fiercely demands that you,
“Listen, listen, listen to me, me, me...”
I am sea. I am water. I am all in all. Prehistorical, ahistorical, I was here in the beginning and will roar through the storm until the end when I will rage with power still. Alpha and Omega I will consume the land. And wait.