Sometimes, no words are needed.
view through a dream's ambiguous clarity visions conjured from yesteryear's depths unchanging necessities amidst the hubbub
wild energies flow channelled through fertile form the lord of the goats leaps in triumph leading the herd along paths of uncertainty
She didn't look back. After all, she was of the Bakiai, and the Bakiai always looked forward. That was how their paths stayed true.