push their way through the remains of world-smashers
those vishnus of the void that once burned the air
cigarettes of the heavens whose exhalations unfurled masses of death
and then life upon the roiling red surface of the world
even after armageddon, the sea was red at rest
it carried stagnation and its waves could only dream of greater crests
reaching, reaching, reaching for the moon
aspirations lunar but gravity pulling harder
towards hot nickel and iron spinning within a gold and granite cage
this blue sea, this new sea, covers its depths with cool serenity
fills its widths with giant-songs that travel miles before they fade
peoples its darkness with blind monsters lighting their own way
without the resistance of men forcing teslas through
circuits that cannot bear the mad genius of the universe
and thus release light
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