The Constellation of Eurynome II

I wander the streets of the city,

skirting the edges of the working men,

weary, worn to the bone.

Today the town feels like an ocean,

a boundless ocean,

the very first ocean.

In my hands I hold a light that does not flicker

with the shifting currents of fashion.

In my eyes I hold a gaze that does not

tremble beneath the weight of revolutions.

In my feet I keep a stride that neither

falters nor hesitates at the crossroads.

For I know I have you as

the cause of all things.

And I wander the chambers, passing through

doors I must never shut behind me.

Doors of coming and going.