What happened once
this humble hermit’s
eyes were blinded..
after staring
for too long
into The Sun?
When darkness was
The All that
he could see?
Upon his skin,
he felt..

The Ocean’s
gentle breeze.
Her beauty then
became his
deepest truth..
and in her likeness
came to life..
The Second Muse.

She was the blueprint
of a woman..
beautifully sublime,
experienced, and wise.
The sort of stories
that she had to tell
about her life..
quite frankly blew
this hermit’s mind.

She had a single wish..
that her beloved
was unwilling to fulfill.
And well..
this humble hermit
found himself
right there..
able and willing
to make it real.

Alas, that’s when
he learned.. The Ocean
wasn’t quite
The All-sublime.
He found her storms
as volatile and wicked
as her gentle breezes
were so sweet
upon a time.

The same advice
she taught him..
he eventually
turned back
unto her.
And so this hermit
was at once
then washed ashore..
for having angered her.

She has been banished
and exiled
from his pantheon
for good..
And The All of her
that he now carries
is her sacred wish..
and but a seashell
with her whispers
from the past..
which he picked up
upon a beach.