Once we were Pangea, you and me.
One. Dead Center. Ringed by sea.
And maybe we don't remember so long ago,
The day we broke into archipelago.
Once we were Panagea, you and me.
But fateful fault lines stole our unity.
Tiny islands; scattered bits of inspiration.
Little pocks of paradise, lonesome for cohesion.
The striations in my granite will match yours.
At the ending of your beach begins my shore.
I understand. I know. I get it.
And more than anything I want our fit.
Once we were Pangea, you and me.
One. Dead Center. Ringed by sea.
Let's claim our world back, push back the tide
The tectonic shift will be one helluva ride.
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