look out, cast your gaze across this expanseless grey. the first wave, it swallowed our islands. the second wave took our coasts. the third wave, it swelled our rivers, gorged our lakes, now it takes the canyons, takes the plains. and what of the last wave? i'm guided by the beauty of our weapons. i'm guided by the raindrops upon my skin. it's coming now, coming to reward us, that we may (finally) drink our fill. where will you go? where will you go when the water fills your lungs? when you bob up, bloated and tempest-toss'd, cast adrift on a shoreless oblivion? pray you've learned to swim. when your destiny arrives, a crashing tide, and the ocean reclaims the land, pray you've learned to swim. or sleep forever in the brine.