That inner probe?
and access? was the need. I
promised myself, not to
sail on the waves.

It was difficult? the way
of birth, to deliver the truth.
You must invoke?
the legacy of the reals? against the fakes.

Factuality, your image
will not suffer. I will witness
the ultimate happening. The
testament will not be written on the beach.

Between ” I “ and “you” lies
the gulf of ancestry. The
unknowing will make it
easy to understand the glacial fall.