The foamy waves lashing against the golden sands, The rhythmic winds droning below the ears, The awful silence that pairs up with twilight horizon, Numbing me into a trance.

Reality ends up being hazy, Leaving me to discern and fancy my memories today. The mansions of my recollections, Adorned with tremulous lights.

Like morphine, they course through my veins, With each flicker of the eye, time feels stout. In the heart of the star cluster of Corvus, I find my pilgrimage, my violence and my solace.