Poetry

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.