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Atlantis

An azure sheen tempts readily
On the murky-cool top.
Like cut glass it always sparkles
And reflects all but never brightens.

In a kiss the bending shadows
Circle sense into submission.
Seeds grown from the tall grass
Sprout flowers darkened blue.

Clear in focus and stalwart in purpose
Dust makes meaning obscure.
But Cobalt beacons guide lower
To remember obsidian.

All tide’s will ebb and flow
But descent is pointed true.
It will come to its end
And never find the bottom.

To survive now I’ll speak in links
And see in atoms.
I understand the answer
And it’s tinged ultramarine.

I want to live in outer space.