the ocean will always be here,
quietly existing, loudly billowing,
long after our self-administered extinction
it does not know nor care
stars, sand, ships, rain,
the empty cities stand as monuments--
overlooking the ocean (that's still here)
monuments to our idiocy and madness
mankind's last haughty look,
upon the rest of creation
complacency, prestige, delusions--
(of immortality)
billowing loud, existing quietly--
stars, sand, ships, rain,
