Over Your Domain
Every moment is so full of passageways and chambers, courtyards and galleries. Is the job of you, with your thousand selves, to occupy each one and come to know it intimately.
Every moment is so full of passageways and chambers, courtyards and galleries. Is the job of you, with your thousand selves, to occupy each one and come to know it intimately.
Sleep, friends — stop worrying and sleep.
I’m here to be your refuge, me and my blade and my body.
I am here to shelter you — a fortress made of shadow and stone.
Now that the last of us eavesdroppers are gone, the little creek can speak freely, addressing nobody, confiding in the empty air.
We left the spire vacant for generations. Nobody entered… nobody even went close enough to see where it met the earth.
But last night, just by chance, we passed close enough to see it above the trees — and there were lights in the windows.
Every evening I follow
It always gets away