And how shall Dreamers live
that see but brokenness, insensate flesh
the mundane, petty squalor of the merely day-to-day?
There seems a very message
shining out, beneath, behind, within
the architected language of the seven pillared tale
And how might Dreamers live
but by order stark, that puzzles other eyes -
compelled, remote, intense, unsaid?
And in that country lives
no comfort, no relief from knowledge,
care or consequence, and no surcease from grief.