we set sail, we prevail.
we do not knock on the door of the ocean, we wade in, or we plunge.
we can also wait.
i try to smile.
the smile confesses to a proof that has been orbiting, ambling over the ample surface of our temples (by our eyes), though we could also praise the divine in this space.
i try to smile for the smile that never falters within.
i never had a small mouth, you see.