One that crumbles as I patch it up
And one I patch as it tumbles down
They stand two castles
Over a valley of vineyards
The way life stands between two deaths
Rescued by memory’s one light
Battery fading but still
Blinding clarity of the stones
How did I lay them so huge
And snug you couldn’t slide
My soul between them
But still they toppled
And still I call you priests and knights
Childhood was right
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