In sleep, Celeste finds ocean and waves
They emerge from darkened sky and concern
Society is temporarily pushed aside
Somewhere out there
There is what has always been lacking
The something that makes sense
The something that would explain it all
As a novice
In the wonder and in the splendour
Drawn in
Once again
This universe was nothing without her
It was within her
She was within it
Is this a predetermined pattern?
The endless search for what could not be known
Across the waters and into the horizon
Beautiful projections are harnessed
Applied as evidence
As proof against those responsible
Docked into the safety of the foreshore
Ankle chained finger pointed
Waiting for the observer to make the decision
Of which or of what
She is determined to undercover
There is no questioning that it is out-of-hand
It is a warning and a calling
There is no letting go
Firmly entwined in her righteousness
Celeste is in the moment of her predicament
Knowing within each return, she has gained
Certainty of self
