it was dusty in that palace. it hadn't seen fresh air in such a long time, and the breeze that swept through carried the mustiness off in swirling eddies, visible only in the shaft of light that slanted down from the arced windows. she wanted to dance, but she kept still because she didn't know who was watching. the great hall unfurled before her, the chambers echoing into the deep. it was not ornate. it was comfortable while being remote, familiar but unrecognized, near yet far. the fountain in the center burbled still, and the water ran clear. it had worn away the rock coldly and smoothly, like the hollow in a cupped hand. she bent down to drink from it, and it tasted like the breath of dragonflies, delicate and faintly sweet.
it stretches until the words space themselves out, and my hands are cold and weightless. reach my feet, so it can be complete and i can turn the lights on, i am eager for consensus to bounce back
why so down, clown?
can't you see the world is laughing with you?
this tone snuck inside me and i wonder where i could be.
i am determined to end in a bless of love.