Gate Knowledge
This is where the desperate stitches
begin to take hold -
In the wary edges of unproven cloth;
In the delicate fears of virtuous women,
In the fevered robes of noble soldiers.
She is perhaps so much more blasphemous
than we should allow -
She finds her warmth in a sun
far removed from our own -
She trims her plaintive lamps
in a selfless pool of certain oil -
(She carries her purple well.)
I had no choice but to love
this uncharted island dreamer song -
I was known at the gates
