For if they swim
for two-thousand miles
through toroids of squirming coral
only to arrive at famed Atlantis
squinting at robot rucksacks
sushi pulp extruder nozzles jammed
from lightning interlode
if these Minoan-looking dudes
don't have like lavender hovering concrete
we'll just breaks out the sax
no, i mean
a speaking walrus wearing a crown of tiny chittering insectoid
rongo rongo
hey, like language is light touch acid
'me gown'
'mi grown'
[sigh = groan]
In youth, all his fantasies were of complex mansions, scuba,
exploration.
