I go to the beach looking
for bliss, hot sand, sun-soaked wonder
and I’m met with water
warped by a siege of seaweed the red-brown
burgundy of over-oxidized blood.

An ocean hampered
by hurricane, red tide-ravaged
with a stench that makes me clench
the chaos I came to surrender to the sea

but she spits as if to say: I’m not
here for you, you’re here
for me.

You're just a blip in my time
slip and don’t ever twist it:

my e n d l e s s to your ephemera,
your scantiness in my expanse.

I can’t assuage your late
stage capitalist quandary, but
you can bask in my
behemoth—I’m a baddie.

So I’m a little murky,
the ducks don’t mind.

We all have shit to work through

and in my vast it’s not
so drastic. I’m on that continuity
acuity—five times I’ve seen

earth life languish in ashen
rock, acid rain.

I’ve got millennia on
your minutes, a birth for
each waning age.

Bring me your empire. I’ll devour it in waves.