A Dream of Oxidane

 

  This is insane, a dream of oxidane, nobody calls it that, which only goes to show 

There's so much left to learn that we already know.   It's a matter of recollecting.  

 The stories of our fathers and mothers. The exploits of our sisters and brothers. 

 Here all together on this planet Earth. Sometimes our escapes into fantasy work all too well. 

We tend to forget the magnificence on display right here with mother nature. 

 Our catalog of knowledge adds wings to our sails, lifting up our spirits and steering our ship. 

We can get along when put to the trial, we're all in it together most anyone can tell. 

With our nose to the grindstone all of the while we'll brave it together through heaven and hell. 

   Here we go 

     screaming to a Dream

    screaming to a Dream 

   screaming to a Dream of oxidane

 Since all life as we know it siphoned in through the Eye of Poseidon so to speak

 We can see glimpses of its molecular chain forming deep within the ocean 

 With multiple factors on a planetary scale converging to set the conditions for life

 We emerge blind and blinking under the scourge of daylight on our journey toward demise

 Suffering multiple strobe lit attacks on our course by necessity wondering why all the way

 Knowing life has a way of balancing out the bad by adding value to the good. 

    A dream of a sinking golden chain of twenty four carat links dropped in the ocean 

twisting while falling through a sunbeam and flashing reflections occasionally 

  itself a sort of mirror reflection of our own constitution in genetic display 

 as a self-perpetuating organism in tune with our biome by definition, tenacious life. 

   A dream of a lustrous cane of polished black coral inlaid flush with the surface a golden insignia

 This rare variety of white gold flashed a pale shade of quicksilver in the moonlight

 It shared a molecular bond with the fibrous material in the wand allowing it to ground itself 

 In the greater electromagnetic field surrounding, rendering the device into a dowsing stick 

 carrying the innate ability to lead one to the nearest body of water, one who knows how to wield it 

   A dream of a body of water so vast a colony of whales gets lost in the distance 

 Calling each other with haunting ululations lost in the canyons of the deep 

  Consoled by the lonely howls absolved in the void on the rapid current towards sleep