The explorer finds a new land. Breathing deeply, taking time

to observe the thread that is weaving itself.

Possession begins with an emotion of hunger.

Starvation.

It does, however, bring a peaceful resolution to

the conflict within.

Something beautiful persistently occurs.

Surpassing the wave that converted the mountain

into the stardust oblivion,

the landslide occurs.

The galaxy is born. And the tsunami. And the bird's song.

Everything that was an illusion becomes true.

Forever changing victory without compromise.

We had to see it all to understand our own limitation.

Be rational to avoid the anarchy, and yet,

the moment of truth never came back.

It was lost in the void, washed by the tsunami and then...

Forgiven by the rising Sun.

Forever yours,

me