That was as far as the tide came in. I remember the starfish and the wails of the sirens then. We replaced the tridents embraced Poseidon. And discovered ourselves living on an island. We flow like water across the lost city. Chalk prophecies and washed off graffiti. In continents. Trade off for payoff. And high concepts then lost to K-Os. Many tales radiate from one nexus. Defending a dream of a new directive. A call from the deep sums up a notion. The day when the people bum rushed the ocean. From the beaches they ran to meet the day after. Underneath the waves won’t repeat the same chapter. Knew what they had to do. That which creates life has power to take it right back. Fucking with the icecaps. We’ve gotta push the tide back. We can survive collapse if we don’t get sidetracked. If we visualize living underwater hidden by prisms. Countries fall but people transition if one for all we live in that vision. Hundred dollar bill origami. Balloon inflation new world economy. We float on tsunami to global warming. We need structures to control what’s coming. Corporate monopolies obsolete. The philosophy leaves us lost at sea. But from Marwar to Cochabamba. We are the warriors that won’t get conquered. ‘Cause rising tides drown all villages. Divided fighters succumb to pillage. Rescuers whatever your latitude. It’s time to pioneer a new world attitude. Put local cycles first we’re Global Islanders with nothing left to plunder. (Alert the law alternate nations train in the streets. Act to limit all non-transparent industries so. We must defend Atlantis. Anchor the land and never transform into seas. Assets to liquify all netted toxic indices so. We must defend Atlantis). For centuries human beings have pursued the meaning of Atlantis. Central to their teaching is that it’s existence answers man’s essential questions. Much like the feeding of the 5000. Even if the facts aren’t accurate the story’s magic is alive. Of utmost importance to convert the impertinent. Atlantis holds the answer to man‘s ills at their most pertinent. Aspersions easily dispersed when I certainly answer. The most diverse aversions when I firstly channel _. Is this all that you hold. For a warriors role. The ground shakes. You claim my country not my soul. I fought I toiled for the lost in the waves I will not tire. I die no slave. If the seas my grave. I sleep with my city. My people my oath. My shame my city is that. I cannot save my city. From waves that claim you. And curse the gods who can’t explain. Who to blame. At the end of the reign. Heed me. The season passes Atlas. His keeps in the sediment. Failing monumentally. And leaving no monuments to see. Only sea to shining sea. (Assess the loss as new tidal inundations surface. Amidst the legions are now thousands in starfish. We must defend Atlantis. As the land acquiesces no tears in sympathy. Address the legacy and never treat it separately. Access telepathy last as neverending transcendency…). And survival hinged on an attempt by the humble. And the sirens wailed as the empire crumbled…. With nothing left to plunder corporations drowned. Waves clapped like thunder and stormed the gates with sound. Forming a new nation now. As the icecaps melted water levels rose. We raised our hands together and made the levees hold. Heals in the sand we revealed the depths below. The population of starfish exploded from the ocean. Survival we unified to focus on. And the voices were many but we spoke as one. As the tale was retold we multiplied. And swelled across the faultlines to halt the tide. We let the altars die to keep our pulse alive. And from the barren wastelands of naked trash. We stitched together a shelter from fallen nation’s flags. And chose to build a future from an ancient past. The crowns of thorns was worn we put the tritons down. We found new forms of anchors deep inside the ground. The world is an island now