The place
As in the sound and the color of it
The sight of it all vs. the names of things
The precious plenty battle and the Sun somethings on
Several stations cut from several cloths
So many pieces all around as many ways
As many sons and as many daughters
As days and nights
As seasons
As regrets
The nights are getting shorter but we still need so much more rest
We wrap the body
We name the night
We carry all of our things with us, every one sparkling
