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Dependable as a Billionaire's Promise

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #123.


The world looked like a Cascade commercial
after the domes were built; sea glass processed 
into our own little alien colonies.

Did they tell you we grew here? Came from this,
the sea that floats our re-colonies? Everyone 
is an alien and a native.

We never belonged. The sky whispered louder
than the waves. Can you imagine hearing it?
Full of worlds just beyond us.

Ones better than this. Ones that don't--yet--
hate us, seasick on its slick surface, waiting
for the return always promised:

We will return from paradise, we will never forget.

___________

CEOberus assures you all his promises are 100% reliable. Also, it's time for his 9:30am scritchies. 

-- Chrissa


Comments

  1. Carrie Van HornMarch 19, 2022 at 8:48 AM

    Must always be on time with those scritchies. LOL You had me at "Cascade Commercial"! I love the line "Everyone is an alien and a native" A creative and wonderful write my friend! Wishing you a beautiful weekend Chrissa.

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  2. FireblossomMarch 19, 2022 at 11:05 AM

    CEOberus is master of all he surveys! This piece sounds like Star trek episode to me, and I love ST just to be clear. Or maybe Total Recall.

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  3. kaykualaMarch 19, 2022 at 4:13 PM

    seasick on its slick surface, waiting
    for the return always promised

    Yes, Chrissa! It's been going on for too long. The pandemic turns the world upside- down
    We long for the 'old normal' !

    Hank

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  4. rallentandaMarch 19, 2022 at 6:46 PM

    I think he knows he is gorgeous. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. Gillena CoxMarch 20, 2022 at 1:41 AM

    "Everyone
    is an alien and a native." Your words ring true, what with all those negative issues forcing people out of their spaces to eek out better living for themselves.

    Happy Sunday Chrissa. Thanks for dropping by my blog

    Much💜love


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  6. HelenMarch 20, 2022 at 11:35 AM

    I think your CEO could run our country!!! The processing of sea glass .. fascinating to contemplate. .

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  7. .March 21, 2022 at 3:47 AM

    Humanity on the waves of the sea...

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