The ocean broke off the silver writhing of its gravel surfaceWhen the ocean grew up drunk and pinned our Lady to the sky She was pale, silver as the seas, and gray ceruleanShe did not know how to speak, so she moaned in her radianceGently rippling the surface of her ribsHer flesh, aquatic aluminum, shattered time into shardsAnd when she fell-- Her breasts smashed the seas AndThe waves are her brood, The sands are her fleshThe crashes of the water are her childrenThe sea is the color of sapphires and cerulean blues. The ocean’s blood clots on her skin It tastes of yellowing paper wood blanketsThe smell is of far long away eyesAs the ocean watches the dawn

~Unknown