Was this the night’s end
In the unlit halls of dreams
Beneath the sputtering of the moon
The stars falling like dust
At the bleeding feet of the sun
Alone and lost
Nobody but us
On this narrow bier
In these wheels of flame
Witness to a barrier finally crossed
Nailed to a rough hewn plank
When truth became stone
A granite covenant
In summer grass

— February 17, 2026 —