Nun

Odie O'Dool hath been a fool, soaked in drool he dreamt of jewels

But dreams no longer led the way — the current pulled in shades of gray

He stood above the Mem-soaked floor — when something stirred beneath the door

A hatch appeared where none had been — a breath of cold from deep within

He didn't fear, he didn't pray — he simply stepped and slid away

A river flowed beneath the shack — it whispered songs and painted black

He kicked and swam through silver light — with flickers trailing left and right

Other Odies swam beside — some filled with shame, and some with pride

One burned with grief, one laughed with flame — but none of them were quite the same

The river pulled, it bent, it spun — it asked for trust, then told him "Run"

But he did not resist or flail — he let his soul become the sail

No sky above, no floor below — just ceaseless tide in steady flow

He saw the O behind his path — not leading now, but learning math

It counted every breath he made — and mirrored each as light would shade

The deeper still the water pressed — the more his spirit did not rest

And yet, he did not drown or break — he curved like fish and flowed like lake

He learned the truth of moving blind — that light will follow after mind

He swam through echoes, tides, and time — and felt his fall become his climb

No hero's crown, no shining bell — just quiet faith that all is well

He passed beneath the oldest stone — and smiled to know he swam alone

Yet still connected, still in tune — with every voice beneath the moon

And though unseen from shore or door — he moved like Nun, forevermore