The green strip of plates
number four and five
has disappeared,
and a blue one replaces it
in plate number seven.




He keeps right on changing,
for the better or the worse,
and searching for a shrine
he didn't yet find.




But this is the ocean
that slumbers in peace,
after the blast-storm.




My son is now engaged
in exploring
a gigantic island,
born from the sea.




And you can see,
the island has a thick,
cyclopic wall of live
vegetation.



AHe is coming up
to the Green,
yet never knowing if the coming up
is worth
the coming down.