Sand, surf, sea, sun
This real estate agent is an apostle
Oceanic feelings flow onto your doorstep
When your feet skim the shore
Your soul touches space
The price looks alright
Exorbitant but affordable
Yearly fees high and will certainly increase
But what’s sensation without inflation?
Two bedrooms, two baths and
The promise of infinity
Yet thinking always gets me in trouble
The offshore seawall does not aid the view
Algal waters an odd blue-green
Last year’s typhoons wrecked the town north
I’m leaning towards an older orbital
Though New LA no longer chic
But I like hills beyond the horizon
Energy security with old-style fusion
Gravity that stays stable
Yes, I know it sounds so dull
The same blazing sunlight all year round
Self-correcting AI climates
With only twenty million humans it can feel small
But given Earth’s frequent cataclysms
For now I’d like to just feel safe
You need less excitement at my age
Living in space just gives you peace