Out of what light and abundance did he come? Carefully stepping into the edge of your gaze, patiently waiting for your eyes to focus. His shadow steals what remains of the light. The last of his words float from a distance, the way watery verdure crosses the Sargasso Sea as it opens and closes with the rhythmic motion of a sun and a moon. He has escaped from some place he was never meant to be, so he says, yet there is a quale in his voice and you know the Sea will hold him to the truth.