New World Order

Now sat among the debris of the day confused and helpless as a child at birth, his senses pounding hard within his frame - mixed messages of equilibrium. All frames of reference cast into a jar, commingle as a coalescent broth into a jumble of perceptiveness, now pushing to be free beyond his mind. At last the signal snakes down to his lips and snaps his jaw awake as breath is sought; feeds hungry lungs which roar within his chest and urge his flesh to swell against the press. New vistas draw a whisper from his throat a new word not yet spoken … Tsunami.