Vassals Espinela
As I collapse on this pillow
I find that place I can run to;
The hidden path I’ll always know;
Past the stars! Follow midnight blue!
A step from the sea’s undertow
shrouded in dreams I build castles;
On my salmon robe hang tassels
that capture particles of sand;
Glitter in the palm of my hand,
I’m not one of the King’s vassals.
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