Come with me to that place whose name lives
so deeply in all water

we will not find it deep below
we will find it high above the sea in what we call the sky
where every cloud every breath
is moisture is mother

an inhabitant of that strange
country that vanished
before we could even begin

vanished and left us to do the work of being, being the others
so maybe just maybe we are

Atlantis already the world that slipped below the clouds the world of secrets clear as the sky.

6/7.x.22, v.v.