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Hey, where has our future gone? You ask following a loxodrome What's that cairn we are sailing to? A channel offshore weŽll fail pass through? Leading beacon is standing dark Diving around us our pet mud shark Soundings from starboard echoes safe quays Smoke and fire are far from buoys - but still! Enigmatic vortex is our commodore In cosmic milk ocean ain't moorings anymore Negative knowledge in the marina lie "Victoria Island and Terre Adelie" Pilot station on ubiquitous frontiers Swarm intelligence of electronic zombies - guide us! Loxodrome - where do you usher us, Fairway zone - or something fuzzier? Magnetic fields - are zero anysphere Drifting leads - some place called Where Underwater white light is carrying us down... We'll dry on ruins of a Pacific - Pacific town Put ashore to a refuge berth Halfway from Baleares to Perth We meet our maker in amniotic deep he tells us the truth, but no reason to sweep Through obscure mirror sun looks like a pup, You got that marine map wrong way up! - so it is! Loxodrome - where do you usher us, Fairway zone - or something fuzzier? Magnetic fields - are zero anysphere Drifting leads - some place called Where Underneath the falling sky we drill our chart... Until we'll break on to the upside - upside part You say following a loxodrome Hey, there has our future gone. |
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