I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, July 8, 2011

Way down below the ocean, where I want to be she may be

Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.
On board were the twelve:
The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist,
The magician and the other so-called gods of our legends...
Let us rejoice
and let us sing
and dance
and ring in the new.
Hail Atlantis!

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