be still, and yet there`s movement
in a nearly silent heartbeat
as the story moves you forward
do you wish it? do you ask it?

constant change, your spirit flowing
toward an ever distant touchstone
never reached, but always calling
drawing forth the truest you

seeking meaning in the madness
searching for some self-awareness
briefest glimmers, form is shifting
for this moment, this is you


Penned by my hand on the 16th of Glacian, in the year 760 AF.