Zero Fathoms

Warmth scuppers another million boats
and a million other pleasures. It used to be
that we could not count to ten thousand
and now we count every thing's every
thing. The exponential swirl brings 
reality to former beaches, as much
wrath as grains of sand. It's not 
revenge if there's no moral 
element, just like a villain
is a monster if it does not
wear shoes. It is hot and
therefore wet. Windy 
therefore broken. All
this chaos because
we could not fathom
a living person deep.