The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar -- <br />Down to the dark, to the utter dark, where the blind white sea-snakes are. <br />There is no sound, no echo of sound, in the deserts of the deep, <br />Or the great gray level plains of ooze where the shell-burred cables creep. <br /> <br />Here in the womb of the world -- here on the tie-ribs of earth <br /> Words, and the words of men, flicker and flutter and beat -- <br />Warning, sorrow and gain, salutation and mirth -- <br /> For a Power troubles the Still that has neither voice nor feet. <br /> <br />They have wakened the timeless Things; they have killed their father Time; <br /> Joining hands in the gloom, a league from the last of the sun. <br />Hush! Men talk to-day o'er the waste of the ultimate slime, <br /> And a new Word runs between: whispering, "Let us be one!"<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-deep-sea-cables/
