all as before...
yet I recall thy voice
and its archaic plea:
look for me...

(sometimes I can hear it inside the walls)

within the dimness
I have kept thy realm
with screaming gulls
obscuring all the stars
ceaselessly wandering to the shore
where worn out waterfalls
are breathing freely

have I wandered a year or a thousand?
one thing I do know: I am still seeking...