Prometheus
Unyoked atoms bounding over the rolling seas. Hollow ship above great depths below. Won't raise my hands to the Olympians or to the Aesir or to all the other powers who love and scorn the sailor. Not even to Vishnu as he dives. Maybe to their great father the Bear forgotten in the prison of the northern woods. There is no terror left in the waves. She is waiting, He'll come back.