I am this ocean, so I ought to know where my trenches are
How deep any given spot might run
But it is in the nature of things
To not understand themselves
Even a thing as aware as a massive body of water
That has touched everything alive at one time or another
Can I be aware of what I cannot know?
Of the reason for the my tides (even as I watch the moon)
Of the life of the mind of the creatures in my midst
Even as I know of their movements (and their deaths)
I see the face of time and it blinks before I do
I fill such space as cannot be imagined
Unless there is something beyond the sky
So when another monster that I had thought a myth
Crawls out of a hole that I had not noticed
I can only follow my surprise
With the urge to understand
And the will to not know the unknown
Roman Ryan 