I've arrived
City of
Lucid dreams


Before me
A building

Looms caked in
Inky grime


The act unknown
Actor in sleep
Here I enter

And here I see
The circle and
Bones made in haste


The winds to
Anoint the

Faithful

Amorphous specter turns

From old to new
Rests in faith beside me
We wait for the quiet fire

To be born and there it is
Embodied by a boy
His voice small and grey

Whispers smoke to the chosen

Upon our heads

He places crowns
Sewn with hiss and higher tones


The boy presses whispers into her
And they bathe in valley's pale rain
Rain