Star Atlantis, shining in an almond shell,
upended when the rains came fierce,
a city overpowered by some drops
and we have finally learned to breathe.
Summer and the water world, our symptoms
washed away, oh Darwin, with your fins and gills
bequeathed to us, down below the fiery heat
that melted all, and we the maids and men of Mer.
Become a tale, a tail no one imagined, told
in palaces of plenty and dismissed as heresy,
and now the artistry of coral beckons live,
the fans are waving, calling us back home.
Pangaea, land we cannot pass, and all the Earth
a saturate, returning to the womb, returning
from our dreams of glory, glory is the kelp
we hide behind, the secret caves of Oceania.
We, the co-editors, contributors, and advisers, have started the Mago Web (Cross-cultural Goddess Web) to rekindle old Gynocentric Unity in our time. Now YOU can help us raise this torch high to the Primordial Mountain Home (Our Mother Earth Herself) wherein everyone is embraced in WE. There are many ways to support Return to Mago. You may donate to us. No amount is too small for us. For your time and skill, please email Helen Hwang (firstname.lastname@example.org). Please take an action today and we need that! Thank YOU in Goddesshood of all beings!
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