I will gather myself and follow Ishmael to the sea.
I will search for Atlantis by swimming down, way
Down into the chilled darkness of blue gone black.
I will grope among the clammy blind, the bottom dwelling.
My proof will lie in the places known only to the drowned,
Where they are forever gone but still entering your sleep,
Shouting wisdom you cannot remember.
I know Atlantis is there. When I find it I will scream
And kick and defy the midnight ocean until I return to
The sunny surface of our fairytale world
That must ignore the Lost City.
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