The world is a fortress,
protecting no one.
Waves are ruffled feathers.
Sailboats are wings.
The sun, the eye’s talon, the west star,
the east star, it falls on me
to make a nest
with miles of its ruined sand.
The world is a fortress,
protecting no one.
Waves are ruffled feathers.
Sailboats are wings.
The sun, the eye’s talon, the west star,
the east star, it falls on me
to make a nest
with miles of its ruined sand.
