There’s only water below.
Deep water.
Cold water.
But not bottomless. Not so.

There are mountains under the water.
There are cities.
There are towns
There are great steel shipwright’s yards. And rocket fuel. Watered down

There are angry gods under the water
Down there
Beneath the ground
And we’ve told stories of them since this higher land was found.

I look down from this edge, but no further shall I go
For the roar is the flood,
All the fountains of the great deep are broken
And there is only water below.