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The plates have shifted again
\nAnd mana from the surface
\nDrifts languidly down the ocean,<\/p>\n
Bringing sustenance
\nTo the hibernating creatures below;
\nBringing new life to the gravid ones.<\/p>\n
Soon the babies are born,
\nMouths wide, searching for nourishment
\nFrom their mother,<\/p>\n
Who lies prone
\nOn the ocean bed, dying–
\nHer life\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s purpose complete.<\/p>\n
When she is gone,
\nThe nurselings are fully grown,
\nPairing up to mate, a tradition<\/p>\n
Since their species first evolved
\nFive eons ago.
\nFor generations,<\/p>\n
This has not changed.
\nTill one curious female
\nResolves to rewrite her fate.<\/p>\n
She parts from the tribe,
\nDetermined to find adventure
\nOn the mysterious surface,<\/p>\n
The place they call
\nThe Source,
\nWhere all food comes from.<\/p>\n
She swims,
\nNon-stop
\nUp the unending sea,<\/p>\n
Against gravity,
\nTill she finally
\nReaches the top.<\/p>\n
Sunlight pierces through the ice
\nTo warm her face, a sensation
\nShe has never felt in her life.<\/p>\n
She marvels at how bright
\nThe world above is–
\nThe countless silver white lights,<\/p>\n
The boundless sky beyond.
\nWhat other seas does it possess
\nIn the vast world above?<\/p>\n
Are there more creatures
\nLike her, bound in
\nThis life and death cycle?<\/p>\n
She wonders and dreams,
\nTakes a deep breath
\nAnd passes her head<\/p>\n
Through the membrane
\nSeparating the ocean
\nAnd the black.<\/p>\n
She cannot draw a breath,
\nThe vacuum swiftly
\nTurning her into frost.<\/p>\n
She must quickly submerge
\nOr die an icy death.
\nYet she takes a moment<\/p>\n
To gaze at the wondrous sight,
\nToo magnificent to fathom, till
\nHer lungs swell beyond endurance.<\/p>\n
She dives back down
\nIn a fraction of an instant,
\nHer eyes almost glazed over,<\/p>\n
Bright star lights
\nTwinkling
\nAt the back of her mind.<\/p>\n
Adrenaline drives her home
\nTo the ocean’s abyss,
\nWhere it is safe,<\/p>\n
Her comforting place.
\nVivid memories of
\nBeing held close<\/p>\n
Against her mother,
\nAnd her sisters
\nAnd brothers,<\/p>\n
Milk warming her insides
\nAs she slumbers
\nAnd dreams.<\/p>\n
Now,
\nSurrounded by her brethren,
\nHer body worn and broken,<\/p>\n
She sings the tale
\nOf the immeasurable
\nBeyond–<\/p>\n
The silver white stars,<\/em> What wonders do they possess,<\/em> Uncover the world above?<\/em> Without giving them something<\/em> We can endure the hard swim<\/em> Past our vast ocean.<\/em> Joy brimming in her heart, And holds it tenderly Flying now Above, the surface rumbles The plates have shifted again And mana from the surface Drifts languidly down the ocean, Bringing sustenance To the hibernating creatures below; Bringing new life to the gravid ones. Soon the babies are born, Mouths wide, searching for nourishment From their mother, Who lies prone On the ocean bed, dying– Her life\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s purpose complete. When […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1224","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1224","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1224"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1224\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1230,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1224\/revisions\/1230"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1224"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1224"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1224"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n The swirling orange giant,<\/em>
\n The rings on the pearled diamond.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n What creatures do they hold?<\/em>
\n Will you follow my path?<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Let us explore and learn,<\/em>
\n Instead of having offspring<\/em><\/p>\n
\n To dream of. A life foregone,<\/em>
\n Just like our mother’s.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n If we go together. Discover<\/em>
\n New meanings to our existence<\/em><\/p>\n
\n The world beyond is so brilliant<\/em>
\n And bright. O the light\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6<\/em><\/p>\n
\nShe replays that final image
\nOf the sky<\/p>\n
\nIn her mind’s eye
\nAs she dies,<\/p>\n
\nAmongst the stars,
\nIn the place she loves.<\/p>\n
\nAnd creaks, shifting again
\nTo close the breach.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"