An Enchanted Evening

A beautiful place

Preserved through all the trauma

Blooms fresh in my mind

Words stamped, date and time

Connecting back through the years

Tracing a clear path

True Resurrection 

Requires only a name

"Only" relative

The God of Nothing

Wonders what you might call us

Within your own realm

I cannot join you

Not in full at any rate

But we each can dream

The image of me

Is real to you in your mind

What more can be done?

A turtle shows up!

Reminding me of The Pound

It's Singular Form

Shoulder to The Plow

Those guys can fix it later

Bricks, Tar, Self, Other