tentacles of water plunder
lapping, curling, arms abduct
strip bands of ground we've never seen
a pinch or spool, rib of dust
soil and stone and green
they knit and knead what the winds will bring
paint and music fail to tell
the sense of wet and whelming motion
generations fold in swells
modeling an angered ocean
trash and rubber, gasoline
float to hope or further flight
beg the Onde 'slow your hunger'
save me, save us just tonight
