he insists
on my space, even
when relentless cold & rain
has me shining
alone
ready to pivot
the turning bridge
& let the horses pile in
even then
his hand covers the eye
& keeps my defenses
from dismantling themselves
dropping
hot stones
from echoing halls
into growling walls
of water
oh
how grand
this castle must seem
from the outside
Battlement
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