In the sea my reflection is
carried away by smoke and mist.
I stood there with what was left.
Broken, motionless
stripped of my armor,
I pleaded to whatever gods
lived here in the golden
light and calm sea –
What more must I give?
I have given blood.
I have given sanity.
My mind now wanders across
scattered horizons before sunrise
and follows dry riverbeds
until they disappear.
I wait here for your answer
as I have nowhere to go.
