As I maneuver through the storm|
Trying to break the 4th wall|
Understanding that the meaning comes with time,
to be more like a Paul Atreides|
So I trek the dunes, a pilgrim’s sight,|
Through shifting sands, until the waves of Cancun rise|
Ethereal in space time’s tides|
Stars align as the spirit glides|
to keep the motion sanctified|
One must be Radiant, pure—to be light|
