The sun melted into the water. Silhouetting the clouds and ships within

As if the Yukon surrendered it’s livelihood to the soft undulations of the sea

Into the foggy, unknown horizon, all waves ventured aimlessly; boundlessly

I saw the most beautiful worlds

The black subsided, darkening the horizon

Iris open

They approached in a great crescendo

Accent eastern warriors belt their furious cries of permanence

A permanence only known to their observers

For they know an eternity to its end

One more temporary forms can only philosophize

Their strange voices and lives bite in translated waves

I saw the strangest world

A great white light became, and then I arrived

I now see; clarity