gleaming monuments to our hyper-cool ability to
(just for fun) ruin everything,
suggested an escape beyond a map,
an endless anti-place
of absolution from sin, carbon, and the eternal waste of sun gods.
Blood, history, adventure literature told us —
This is the realm of blue collar philosophy, where character matters,
flags are matters of convenience, a landlessness of opportunity.
So we capitulated the shores for coursing brine
and an aura of ancient rime.
Thank you for ruining it too.
That was our escape - our surrender to the world.
You take the teeming shore,
but leave the waves to the dreamers.