Joining Of The Wilds

The joy of simplicity…where have we begotten our strength for war after thus….Watching as we wage our daily lives these natives, loving in hostel needs this joining of the wilds.

If I could see myself in their mirrored lakes, would I regret ever going back? In these ages we could not know lest we turned from all that we knew, and somehow that would slake our need before our trust in the stars were ever known.

And when we returned our bloodied compass, the world would know us again yet unchanged.