Point of the Sea II

In trembling and wrenching hard the gut

The truth exploded like lava—

Searing, shocking, a splattering mess.

From the ejecta run multicolored fears,

Melting together to a viscous stream

Of purest white, parching water to all

Who fear for the dynamic range of wavelengths—

Energetically passing to another distant planet—
Traveling the darkness alone.