The Yolk of P'an-Ku

Hearts have been lifted,

Borne heavenward in breathless momentum.

Only to sink forlornly to Atlantean depths, 

To rest in stygian abysses,

Where light has forgotten how to shine.

There, fumbling in sightless exploration,

A discovery is made; something lost to time.

Found only by blind chance and desperate probing.

A part of something once great,

Concealed by the dark weight of all that had ever been laid over it,

That void within ourselves the sole testament to its existence.

Rising rapidly into crystal waters,

Launched by an arm above calming waves,

Bathed in rays of golden sunlight,

The wonder of the world;

Not held since the halcyon days of our youth,

When expectant possibility,

Gave way to the limitations of pragmatism. 

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