Sanoja: Shearwater. Golden Archipelago. Runners of the Sun.

How could I have seen them
Their faces and distant lives
Shells in the ocean

Just a mark
Laid on the map lines
To drown in the ocean's rise
Or burn in a heat wave

This is why
I turned away
To slowly break
Under the lashes

This is how
I learned a lie
That power breeds
Regeneration