No one knows Atlantis

No one knows Atlantis because it's forbidden from our sights, but they're still curious about it.

I want to stand behind the lace
of fabrics, back pressed against
skin, feel the rub and itch of familiar territory.
There's no tranquility where I kneel
but a fear of inconsistency.
The normalities of the times mustn't end
in a bitter battle
the likes of yesterday contra to
the likes of tomorrow
warring lands with nowhere to head but
into the ocean,
into Atlantis,
forbidden from our sights.
I want to understand why I can't stay hidden,
why baby can't stay in the corner,
why she has to shine.
Sometimes she wants to stay small.
Sometimes she wants to sink into the hands of mercury
or dropped into the vats of her own misery,
drowning.