The horizon seemingly gentle,
this giant curving into the edges;
always on its way to far-reaching lands,
intent on jumping its banks.
The ceaseless motion churning,
in all directions its heading;
uplifting from the depths,
all its beauty breaking, deceiving.
Vast and wide, unexplorable weight,
an engine of current, of cycles;
extending its surface in curling hands,
reaching up with rhythmic breaths and white bows.
Back it takes with grabbing tow,
slinking power finds renewal in itself;
gathering the forces of nature within
to be relentlessly released all over again.
