L'exil et le Royaume: Les Muets - Where Poets Dream & Cry

There is a fire in your eye and a light in your heart,
And the whole world is an infinitely vast ocean
Fluctuating and beating to the pulls of the sky;
The whole world is an ocean of speckled epitaphs
             and this, my friend, is ours.

Atlas may stay the sky, but we have always carried its tears.
We stand on the crest of this world balanced by silver thread,
Our hands laden with breaking reflections and queer visages,
Our wells and canals overflowing, lapping at our heels as strays.

We kneel as cripples and consume ourselves to become an idea,
An idea before a temple so precious, we turned our backs on love;
The topless spires like the fingers of some tame yet carnal monster
Clutching as if to cling to the surface tension of rising inundation.

            We were created to paradigm,
                        Yet strived to find chaos.

            We were created to breathe,
                        And yet, we drown.

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_{"You will never live if you are looking for the meaning to life." - The Stranger
An existential coupling of Atlantis mythology and a world that never really left.}

_{written for @rensoul17's Where Poets Dream & Cry contest, prompt #6.}