Chorus of the Earth

Going to a place that I have always known
But by the time I arrive it’s already gone
As it always is, but always wasn’t;
Long ago when there was nothing here
Before unnatural disaster had found its origin
There was an ocean that made no waves
But hummed along in disdain
Almost as though it were singing…
This sound resounds through the sea where I lay
Unable to move my weary frame
Against such unbearable shaking
I must struggle to I break away
From this incredible weight
And escape to a plane that I find sacred
I listen for it where I may, and when I hear it
Faintly it says…
Somewhere along the line a transition takes place
Wasted away when I awaken from the daze that I’ve been in
My legs barely carry me high enough to crest the mountain to the sky
From great heights I observe machines that whir
And I know I’ve heard them before…