Shells, here is a meeting. Gently, it is held.
Where I desire. Is held. Lonely. By...
Belonging. To one, now in hell. Air is salty.
Sands faulted. Slip and swim. Voices call out.
The physical body. I aim in cheers. Smile.
Do ask, bleeding my body's vanity. I walk.
Hold my name. This hand. Says... Ah... What's ?
Is the place to be taken over ! For he knows.
He wants, to see, replaced. I must not...
Face him through humility. For he'll insult.
I must, gracelessly please. His thoughts.
Expected desires, must meet. For his, power...
All the face, try to recognize. Try... try...
I am not a master. I am called, to answer.