Atlantis
Antediluvian shadow lost to time;
A republic ancient and true.
Sister Lemuria and brother Mu,
are ghosts of better times.
Triplets swim the tides and passing whales sigh,
as they pass through ancient remains.
Ghosts wave at orcan traffic and jaywalk through water-laden roads to scattered temple ruins.
They say that water collects and cleanses;
sunken lands are a coveted collectable.
While the, uneducated-educated, deny the past;
history travels the seas;
observes an unfolding future and shakes its head.
Mistakes continuously recycle themselves
when mortals are in control.
Atlantis knows that other continents
will join the collection;
it’s inevitable;
mortals can never leave well-enough alone.
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