
There is no place now that is safe for my gaze No soft landing for my eyes Once things turn hard it’s hard to make them soft again It’s cold enough to crack my lips and fill my lungs with frozen molecules of whatever it takes to build these palaces to winter I remember building palaces to other things The palace that we built in memory of ancestors too important to forget and too far gone to remember The palace that we built to celebrate our victory over enemies and diseases and ideas that had become both The palace we built just because we were strong and had to do something constructive with all that energy And the palace we built for love that wasn’t a palace at all but was a safe place and warm for us to rest together