C. Morgenstern: The Surf

Waiiit and seee... how much have I torn off from you since all the eons of our fight — waiiit and seee... how many proudly standing rocks my arm shall pull into the deep — waiiit and seee... back and forth and back and forth — and ever forward more than back — waiiit and seee... today I'm mild, tomorrow wild — yet never weak, always awake — waiiit and seee... in vain you dam, and ram, and build, your dikes will crumble, I have time — waiiit and seee... and once the people drop their guard, who then will guard you, land forlorn? waiiit and seee... my kingdom's not made of their time: they die, but I will always be — waiiit and seee... and never rest, until you are completely torn onto my ground — waiiit and seee... until your highest snowy firns get eaten by my salt and melt — waiiit and seee... and nothing else there is than I and I and I and I — waiiit and seee