The Storm Cave

[Fkeu'itan]

Upon retreating again,
To vistas of mind,
A thousand places - nonexistant
But physicalised nonetheless.

Place where freedom abounds,
Where wandering, as due...
Not in circle, it resides
Lest no form, no reason.

The same, everytime...
But every time too,
Is the undying feeling
Of discovering anew.

A rain by the mouth.
Not a drop beats the earth,
Not a thunderstrike twice.
Recounting niche or nuance.

No spark or split,
Of skies above...
Shall neither scare,
Nor comfort us.

And we sit,
And we watch,
And we learn,
And we love again...

The connection that, inversely...

Only severance can offer.