Three Phases

A broken letter, an insurance policy with three names on it, and a sudden death connected the memories that had been broken for 12 years and rebuilt the emotional triangle. And I was once the "expelled" corner of this triangle, and now I am the "recalled" corner of this triangle. I investigated this weird thing, letting my memory and impressions explore in the distorted time phase, and finally found the reality of "evil", and I was entangled and painful about it. In the farewell of death, in the vastness of the sea, I finally felt relieved and wrote a poem and epitaph that belonged only to the three of us on the surface of the sand.