106: The Declaration Rose

It crashed, the life, on the shore of the Aegean,
Sputtering rivers divided as the water's webbed cousins.
A reminder of the uncelestial sphere
that strains with unbearable force to be one.
My dear humanists, let us sail,
Let us swallow sand;
Shards in stomachs, the glass afterbirth
Remains delicate and burns with envy.
And the words - they stream eloquently,
hear the cursive romance the page
with sweeping motions of ink
they declare themselves written, read, solidified, shared.
Make a name for yourself - eternal names leave their imprints.
It begins with the crown, Mother, and ends without.