What could this be that causes such disquiet here

within the confines of a pool previously

undisturbed?

Ripples enclosed inside maintained bulwarks now break

one small rivulet at a time to begin

a cascade.

A tightly woven tapestry, steadfastly firm,

comes unraveled at the deepest seam within.

Comes undone.

Duality verdant and cerulean strike

foundations, rocking to the center of constitution

to crumble.

In unanimity with the plunge, willingly

capitulated, the journey has just begun

stirring stone.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Daedalan, in the year 959 AF.