A tropical island made real
by stars, Andros afterglow.
Air and water, breath and tears
became names we gave our selves.
Star Nine and I held a twinned view,
ancient salt washing wounded eyes.
Ego danced with Shadow while
tears outreached the Loved Ones.
The Ancestor came, too, breeding
laments like a keening wind from Hell,
the twins shaking with its force,
asking How much farther, home?