Walls and Doors

Any sigh is a womb

Releasing to the room of senses

Results of plans are ours

Our actions girt in what will be

One time seems a bunch

But we don't see in front of us

When you do anything

Everything's coming to you

When you see a changeling

He's nothing but his appearances' sum

Touch knows what's hearing

Sight knows who's speaking

They're walls and doors

And naught upholds it all

What never ends lost it all

It echoes and re-throws

The bornless win it all

They echo tomorrow's sounds

And all is turned around