Can't shake this feeling - we've been here before. Major View Deja Vu; lost a marble or two, I think one was blue... can't ignore, won't abhor this sensation of displacement, from the norm; four generations haunting primal vibrations. Seeding the elements, freed from irrelevance; arcing across our filaments, gonna weave, got to form from the aether call down storms, dance with norns on icy morns or with elves in the evening dew, whisperin' secrets of the universe into the petals of a tulip - an ice age or two couldn't cool her. She was old school; Earth. we were just kickin' up dirt - Hers. It was her beat, her heart that pulsed beneath our feet her blood that spewed upon the land coalesced into obsidian only to be ground to sand
The Phoenicians couldn't hope to hold the winds half as well as her magnetic meridians Her, we lost. To Oblivion! Slipping the evidence of our origins between tectonic plates left behind, burning and burying the sense we'd have made of their remnants, the unspoken tales they'd have told our descendants we still; sway to her tune of transcendence. we will; raise a glass in remembrance, and toast to the Host of Ascendants with outstretched hands reaching for the stars; Won't be taken for granite. Who needs a planet... when the Galaxy is ours?
Thank you so much. Had to make the opening picture a midjourney image generated from that line and the few lines right before because I love it, too :-D
“whisperin secrets of the universe into the petals of a tulip” is a fantastic line