The ephemeral peace that I felt, In a sea grit realm.. I see nothing in this caliginous space.. Stitched together like a hem.. I break out of this dream. A state of rem.. This emerging penumbra, Of the opulent, leaf covered stems.. Imbued with a envisaged universe.. I feel embrued Listening to these whispers.. I paint these real worlds.. From the hands of the ones I illude..... Stained in ink.. As I walk around the world that's covered by sea..
