The so-called wonder is the state of looking at the world again. There is no emotion or anger, just silent sadness.
I have seen the furthest distance in the world.
When I looked up at the sun, he was not there.
Crows rise and fall, crimson clouds roll across the sky.
I walked through the endless blood and bones in the valley and came to him, sizing him up like a monster.
Like a black bird that can soar into the sky at any time.
It seems that I can ignore the constraints of space and soar above the sea of time.