misunderstood waters | 2024

Oh Great Lakes of yore, you breath of living life How you lie here, drained of your essence Your basin is beautiful, don’t misread my words there’s a calm stillness to you now, a lack of blue that just seemed to be pulling you back. Now you can live your best life without the burden Of those millions of megatons of server coolant above you it is said that when we approach pangea ultima there will be no place for you anyway. you might become a hill, you might end up at the bottom of the ocean and be covered in water once again. some electrolytes would do you good. unlike the beings before us we don’t consume water anyway. we just ingest it and return it back as hot piss in the middle of the desert.