• A broken pillar on one side
    A journey made in but one stride
    Waves crash upon the wall
    Come winter, it will tumble and fall
    Long white dress, hair all a mess
    And she's gone
    Lilting voices on a windless night, ancient trees are waving
    Sometimes you can see a horse, but you can never quite hear what they're saying

    Who is the keeper?
    Where is the key?
    Why is she weeping?
    What have they seen?
    Giggling in the grass, invisible looming mass
    A collection of what cannot be
    The in-betweens, the thresholds
    The neither-here-nor-theres
    All serve as gates to everywhere
    To everything that isn't