Seven cities
girted by sea
Peaks of prosperity
Heights of ingenuity
No scope for misery
No room for mediocrity
An utopian dream floating
on waves of possibility
And like most things dreams
coming to fruition
by its breaking
Towers and minarets.
Palaces and places.
Kings and kingdoms.
History and makers of it.
All returning
to the bottom of sea
From whence it had
all begun
when evolution
dreamed of mankind
Many a Atlantis
scraping the ocean-floor
Lying in wait
to be discovered
in seas and waters
not deeper
or shallower
than the human mind.
The namesake ocean
still tumults angrily
Between the masses of land
that hold its secret
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