Former alps make reluctant isles, ants in a storm, we are all condemned
Now the greatest minds sit not on spines, we are all their nutrients

Every drop of reserve, unfrozen, still did not reach the highest peaks
So a clever, brine cracks a faucet of time, pouring archaic seas,

Each set of waves smarter than the last, climbing tides never recede
Once benign pools now smile right back, patient for us to concede

A millennium, ago, my father was of my age, rumor has it, I look just like him
Subterranean rivers flow through chrono fissures, I will follow them and see for myself

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Cenotes (Troglocambarus Maclanei) song meanings
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