This is how it must have been
When he first arrived,
The grey water softly tossing itself
In relentless static hiss
At the unyielding black rocks,
Wearing them down to hourglass sand
With the merciless lover's patience of the sea.
This is what he must have seen,
This coast, this foam, those million years ago.
This is what he looked on
And smiled sadly
And called it good,
And fell in aching love
With this third lump of dirt and sea and rock
Dervish-whirling itself
Around this unremarkable vacuum-fire,
Why he is here to watch us spark and flame and die
And flame again,
This is why he comes back.

by Mad Poetess

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