[Act 2, Chapter 1] A poem by the poet Jooseph 227

Somewhere there is the sound of a boat beating tu-
ooh, but no thorns
to predict the danger are caught.

Ride the wind and shoot the waves over
it, like a melody in your ear, it
goes back and forth between heaven and hell.
Anxiety is conceived into a future that cannot be
overcome.

Do not be afraid, as in the power of Jesus who
stepped on the Sea of ​​Galilee , who can make the voyage successful?

Somewhere else
, a loud stomach pounding, a crisis
shivering from the side, and an emergency.

The captain's voice
urgently through the helmsman 's speaker The sound of footsteps from above and below the deck ,
No movement is detected by the radar .
Only the sea becomes more foggy, and no one witnesses
the threat of the unknown .

Boom , loud roaring sound
Red flares are fired and rat flames
that have hidden their tails in the center of the fog cannot be revealed on the full moon.

I suddenly miss the land.
Sailing becomes skeptical. Was it a long wait in pain to hope for a ray of light
that was not revealed in front of our eyes ?

Ah, will we always die to end
this tragic
self-abuse today? When will this unsettling history come to an end
even on earth ?

In the center of the foggy sea that cannot be turned behind the bow ,
I have never been able to dock at a
pier like this and never
even land on land.

hymns are heard Despite the fog warning that
will never go away, the sail slides gently and lights come on as if you could hear the sound of your breath .