Up to this point, he did well-at least
To bottle the chaos from release
Left the island of bang shit
To be a resident to friendly
But even these levies flooded deep

Short exploration through her forestry
Showed him some unexplored trench work
Careful not to deposit his own footprint
He was being prepped for the biggest change
That was coming to surface from beneath

She consumed his mental frame, so much indeed
His very nature saw peace as familiar; not estranged
Moving pass her glamorous pettiness, he knew
The canvas of a masterpiece rest not on surface
It’s beckoning to him was always soul deep.