Surface and core are not exactly opposites, but kin. One lures the other and they both engage in this ordinary interrelation, difficult but well known by all that exists.

On the surface ideas bloom, but one lonely king feels the need to dive into the nucleus. Is he going there because it is uncertain what he will find or does he know exactly where he is going?

There’s also a home now, yet up in the heavens the language spoken by those who look down may not be as kind as one might need.

the fish girl knew of what was inside the pond and she was chastised for it, as it was her fault. 
she tried to comfort herself, but her thoughts were dragging her down instead of guiding her up, into the bright love that was there all along. 
rest in peace, Quinn.

Are you going to open the door, Pupusa?