we began with you
we ran faster and faster until the primordial sludge was programable
we fed roses and cow dung into one end of a space craft
out came black goo
when I crashed
I took out the last thing I had, my survival knife
Pressed into the soft mud
later on we called it cuneiform
Blue skies and beaches for days
cliffside that fell into the ocean
don’t build your house above it
at some point our houses started to float even all of the plants look different.
and the politicians all through up their hands and walked away to own their own world.