The synthesis of two,

The liquefaction they behold,

Flesh made new,

The threshold.


Barren lands we express,

The shriveled up flowers a shore,

Salt and Sand we digest,

These barren lands we explore.


The evil it possesses,

Something we oddly desire,

Giving unsettling stresses,

Love to us we build our empire.


What can man live not without,

Trapped alone on a love parched land,

This island in small amount,

Companionship is what I demand.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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