He said
"Let the water god eat away the material realm
Or something"
And I searched out that something
Some other destruction than the flexing, gaping maw
Blood rising and falling with the work of the moon
Swallowing untold ages of people's works
Beasts that never saw the light of day
Sand and stone and stranger things
That may lie drowned, dead, dreaming
I found much
In presence and in absence
As the Antipodes attest
Like any god, the water god
Is not one to pray to for solace and succor
For in its absence is death
But when it returns
It returns in force
And its return is death, too
Raging in a risen river
Or in the slow and steady dripping of
A pipe poorly placed
The smaller part of the mouth of Jormungandr
Girdling the world to swallow it again
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