Aboard
Wet
And
Tired
This globe
Of new wave
Clustered
To
Silence
To
Mobilise
Too brave
They rave
With
The
Lone-
Ly
The rolling
The wet
Aboard
Wet
And
Tired
With
Just
Silhouette
To an
Inch
Blind
In
Caverns
To
Ne’er
Be freed
This
Infinite
Blanket
In
Peace
So
It
Leaves
I often ponder, which shall be the next great wave of beings, which arise from the wreckage of the Sixth Extinction?
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