There are citadels
enveloped in blurred sight
someone is waiting for us
sometimes, walking up and down
that someone has no legs
it has unhurdled existence
it is indestructible
it is invisible
it pulsates within us - no sounds
we wander haphazardly
since time immemorial
to seam our ashen anxieties
but is it true our eyes have
cheated us?
