A drop in the ocean
Mother
Salted if it is a sea
Sweet if a lake
The beginning was water
Maybe even before the light
A flash that sparkled
Dispersed molecules
No man's land is this now
Supreme illusion of the ego
Forced through by vandals well dressed
Sons of the fear to lose
Us always trying to win
Never content with little to hold
Ignorant that nothing is ever exinct
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