Golden Ages and Gilded Minds
Are tell tales of Oases in Time.
Strung out and polka dot
The barren and scorched
Dry plains of our
Unforgiving Humanity.
Few and far between,
But the life within the waters teem,
Blue and green marked
Against the red and dead,
The latter to be the latter of the former,
So it's all connected you see.
But the subconscious beings that
Float and breed within the sea
Knew this to be, all along.
Why must our understanding come intermittently,
While other beings below enjoy the
Ceaselessness that is?
There are far worse fates than living in the grasslands.
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