Local stay
I do not ask the walls to twist around the edge of the darkness, where the light disappears amid obelisks and haughty creatures.
At the top of a cloud forest where the borders of birth disappear, and the brave walk furious in search of identical revenges.
Waiting to fade with the vertigo that looms after night, where all fall in the thickness of indecipherable dreams, as codes and vaults of silver.
In the long night.