The ocean was the first living thing.It carries the memory—as precious as a black pearl—of its fashioning. This memory is the force of every beingThat comes striving forth from beneath the skirts of her wavesAnd leaves her womb hollow as a conch shell, emptying and heralding a new age.The water is blood red with the dark mysteries of the afterbirth.Fiercely she protects all life, pulsing with t...