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.
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