With fluid and perhaps too legato gratitude to Peter Mayer, for Blue Boat Home.
Though within me I feel red motions, Burning up Earth's mountains and plains, Far away from Earth's green-blue ocean, Still this red blood heart can sing: We are sailing, All EarthTribes now, never health harbor or safe port have we known. Our Anthropocene surfs the ocean we travel regathering red ironclad Earth blues our green boat home.
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