…Poseidon’s Temple towers around you
…The fuselage encircles you
A millennia of Atlantean tradition
just another day
Empire without equal
America at the end of history
Today will be the last day of your life
Panic grips the passengers
You gaze into the scrying pool
You look out the window
Chaos and terror
The city is so close now
A feeling washes over
Over the screams in foreign tongues
You’ve been here before
You’ve been here before
Time collapses for an instant
You see a golden city drown
A moment given to feel the arc
The arc passes backwards through you
You leave the temple to face the Sea
Skyscraper fills your vision
Tidal waves blot out the sun…
Fire pierces the cockpit…
— Hermes S Thurston is an Atlantean survivor, occult student, and errant poet; he has a Twitter account.