And in the end
We can only choose
What kind of stranger
We will be
To best honour the fate not seen:
The one who is buoyant in mind and body
But drowns its soul truths,
Or one who is fluent and fluid in heart
To presently drive our ways apart
Creating a trough between bodies and minds
That each might find
A separate crest, tied in future, not past
While missing themselves in action
From the ocean feeling that cast them
Asea
