She looked out from her floating boat of a cocoon
Down through the black mist to the shimmering shapes
And curves of her symbiotic friend, far away below the seas
Of space, too far to make sense of all that noise of war and earthquakes and the poor. The mist
Came down in the northern sky, a curtain of silence
As she sailed on, and on, to another world.
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