The sun arose again
to shine upon the salty seas
of Her own making;
endlessly diluting ecstasy
within the scope of mortal sight,
for division reigned o’er all the lands
born within the unity of Her creation.
White, the light of beams
to bear Her tenderness.
Golden then, the death created
from the might of all Her innocence.
For one alone can never rule it all,
nor seek to school the neediness
of divisionary tactics back to life.
Rain forests fell then, to
of electrically enhanced displays
of light that never could be true at all.
For machines had come to rule
the world of man, who willed
himself to stand alone again.
Still, they wander, endlessly,
within the dark of night,
seeking for the source
of all the life they never dared
to really live with Her...
? Michaelette ?
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