There is water here   And a dark in the deep   There is shapeless mass   That the hot air will heave      All this heavy, angry water   Sinks beneath itself      All the ocean bends   With a click and a groan   What a horrible sound   What a sickening tone      Now the parts are overlapping   What will echo back      Now the tangled waters   Will roil and churn   All the parts condensed   All the molecules kerned       All these pieces, black and swift   Are moving through themselves