Encounter

With a forced hand she comes in like the tide,
Silent and wild, sweeping everything she deems unjustified.
Smothered with visions from a poisonous past,
She opens the sacramental sea that gates to the Sun,
Slowly showing,
That the way of light, is the way within.

Natura Pudica
EWI. Against all oddsII. EncounterIII. AlienIV. A new worldV. Birth